“Aldis Hodge’s ‘Cross’: Where Criminal Psychology Meets Modern Sophistication”
In an era where streaming platforms compete for attention like designers during Fashion Week, Amazon Prime’s latest offering “Cross” emerges as the equivalent of a perfectly tailored Tom Ford suit – classic yet contemporary, with impeccable attention to detail. The series, adapting James Patterson’s beloved crime novels, proves that intellectual chic never goes out of style.
Leading man Aldis Hodge steps into Alex Cross’s metaphorical Louboutins with the same precision that Sarah Burton brings to Alexander McQueen’s collections. His portrayal of the traumatized psychologist-turned-detective is a masterclass in understated elegance, much like how Phoebe Philo approaches design – sophisticated, thoughtful, and never trying too hard.
While Netflix’s “The Lincoln Lawyer” might be the equivalent of a flashy Versace moment, “Cross” presents itself more like Hermès – quietly luxurious and deeply substantial. The show’s aesthetic plays in darker tones, reminiscent of Rick Owens’ contemporary gothic romanticism, particularly as it delves into the psychological warfare between Cross and his adversaries.
The series’ production value mirrors the craftsmanship of a Chanel atelier, where every stitch counts. From the meticulously constructed plot to the carefully curated character development, “Cross” proves that quality television, like haute couture, requires patience and precision. The eight-episode arc wraps up its storylines with the satisfaction of finding the perfect vintage Birkin – rare and worth the wait.
In scenes where Cross spars with Isaiah Mustafa’s character (yes, the former Old Spice ambassador who made our hearts flutter), the physical dynamics remind one of Olivier Rousteing’s bold Balmain silhouettes – powerful, commanding, yet maintaining an air of refinement. Hodge brings a physical presence to the role that’s less Morgan Freeman’s dignified restraint and more Virgil Abloh’s revolutionary vision – respecting tradition while boldly defining the future.
The show occasionally stumbles, like a model in six-inch stilettos on a slick runway, particularly with certain plot twists that feel as forced as last season’s micro-purse trend. However, these moments are forgivable in light of the overall excellence, much like how we overlook a minor flaw in a hand-stitched Valentino gown.
