Good ****ing call.
I'm two thirds of the way through Season 3, and at this point the week by week banality is overwhelming. Linda, Amenadiel, and Charlotte are still fun, but they are pretty much on the back burner at this point. Because the writers can't figure out what to do with the central romantic relationship, we get more of the uber-annoying Ella and a new celestial being who is about as much fun as a dung beetle. The more Lucifer becomes human, the more a pain in the ass he is. Each vapid episode seems to contain a super simplistic "life's lesson" for him to learn by the end of the show before he forgets everything in the next episode. And then there is the Lois Lane/Clark Kent thing. Chloe (fun only in that she is so luscious to observe) and pals continue to be oblivious to Lucifer's real identity--we are way beyond any point in which this makes sense, and this affront to reason and common sense holds the series hostage to an uninspired series of lame-ass detective drivel. At this point with nine episodes to go, I would have cancelled the series, too--its writers have clearly run out of imagination and reverted to the worst kind of network television inoffensiveness. The series didn't have that far to fall, true, but this season has been beyond ridiculous.