Series Review: Lucifer – The Devil Wears Armani, Solves Crimes, and Steals Hearts

Series Review: Lucifer – The Devil Wears Armani, Solves Crimes, and Steals Hearts

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If you had told me the literal Devil would become one of the most lovable, misunderstood, and hilarious characters on TV, I would’ve raised an eyebrow and asked what you were drinking. But then Lucifer happened—and suddenly, the Lord of Hell was my favorite crime-fighting, piano-playing, therapy-loving, emotionally-tortured protagonist. Only on Netflix could such madness make this much sense.

Welcome to Lucifer, the show that combines Supernatural swagger, Brooklyn Nine-Nine banter, and a dash of The Good Place philosophy—all while looking absurdly attractive. It’s a hot mess. It’s chaos with a six-pack. And it’s a hell of a good time.

The Devil Moves to L.A. – Because, Of Course He Does

The premise? Simple. Lucifer Morningstar (Tom Ellis in the most charmingly unholy performance of the decade) gets bored of ruling Hell, takes a vacation to Los Angeles, and opens a swanky nightclub called Lux. Because where else would the Devil go to retire than the city of broken dreams and perfect teeth?

But things take a turn when he witnesses a murder and becomes entangled with LAPD detective Chloe Decker (Lauren German), a no-nonsense cop with a strange immunity to his powers—and an even stranger effect on his immortal heart.

So, Lucifer joins the LAPD as a civilian consultant, because solving crimes helps him explore this weird new thing called… feelings. And guilt. And love. (Gross, right?) What follows is six seasons of supernatural drama, heavenly sibling rivalry, therapy sessions with Dr. Linda (the real MVP), and a whole lot of sinfully good one-liners.

Tom Ellis Is a Gift We Don’t Deserve

Let’s get this out of the way: Tom Ellis is Lucifer. His portrayal is witty, charismatic, deeply emotional, and ridiculously meme-worthy. One moment he’s casually name-dropping historical figures he’s tormented, the next he’s sobbing over his daddy issues (God is literally his dad—talk about pressure).

He flips effortlessly between comedy and emotional breakdowns, and honestly, the range is disrespectful. How dare one man be this funny, this dramatic, and this attractive all at once?

The Real Crime? How Addictive This Show Is

At first glance, Lucifer looks like a typical crime-of-the-week procedural. But blink, and suddenly you’re knee-deep in celestial family drama, questioning the morality of free will, and watching angels throw hands in the parking lot. The crimes are fun, sure, but it’s the character arcs that keep you coming back.

Chloe Decker isn't just a love interest—she’s smart, brave, and just as emotionally complex as our favorite fallen angel. Maze, the demon turned bounty hunter/roommate/bestie, deserves her own show (preferably involving more knives and less soul-searching). Amenadiel, the angelic older brother, slowly unravels his divine superiority into something warm and human. And let’s not forget Dan—poor, sweet Dan—whose arc is as ridiculous as it is surprisingly moving.

Also, Can We Talk About the Therapy?

Never before has a show made me wish the Devil and a human therapist had their own spin-off podcast. Dr. Linda Martin, played brilliantly by Rachael Harris, is a beacon of sanity in the most absurd situations. Lucifer literally walks into her office like, “I’m the Devil, help me understand why I feel sad,” and she just… does.

Their sessions are funny, deep, and weirdly relatable. Who knew eternal damnation could be unpacked with cognitive behavioral therapy?

Heavenly Drama, Earthly Chaos

As the seasons progress, the stakes get higher. Angels descend. God shows up (shoutout to Dennis Haysbert for being the chillest dad in the universe). Time travel gets involved. Hell literally freezes over at one point. And through it all, the show somehow keeps its balance between laugh-out-loud ridiculousness and tear-jerking vulnerability.

One moment you’re laughing at Lucifer trying to understand human customs (“You humans and your brunch!”), the next you’re weeping as he finally admits he’s worthy of love. It’s that kind of show.

Soundtrack, Style, and Sass

The music slaps. Lucifer sings. A lot. And every performance is a mood. From soulful ballads at Lux to jazzy duets with Chloe, the soundtrack adds a seductive, stylish layer to the chaos. And the fashion? Impeccable. Lucifer looks like he walked off the cover of GQ every episode—even when he's bleeding.

Final Verdict: Binge It Like Your Eternal Soul Depends On It

Lucifer is what happens when a crime drama gets drunk on theology, throws in a love story, and dresses it all up in Gucci. It’s absurd, funny, weirdly touching, and will leave you with far more existential questions than you expected from a show that began with, “The Devil helps solve murder cases.”

It doesn’t always make sense. It doesn’t need to. Because it’s fun, fiery, and full of heart. And in the end, isn’t that what TV’s all about?

Rating: 9.7/10
One hell of a binge. Would sell my soul to watch it again for the first time.