Shonda Rhimes harnessed the power of social media to build a coalition of fans so mighty and passionate, conversations about Scandal became impossible to avoid. Even the most dependent social media users would discover an untapped well of willpower at the end of each week if they had the misfortune of missing a live episode. Facebook and Twitter were not safe spaces for those with night jobs or school-night social lives. Now, the conversation around Scandal is at a very low volume, if not muted. Gone are the enthusiastic, high-pitched OMG sessions about how Liv and Fitz had angry sex in the lap of the Lincoln Memorial or whatever insane thing happened that week. But those haven’t even been replaced with gripe sessions about how desperately the show needs a course correction. The engagement level has cratered. The thrill is gone.*DIES*
The show can still rebound. The beauty of television as a storytelling medium is that there’s no blind alley the storytellers can’t back out of. Doing so is typically a lengthy, arduous process, but it can be done, and Rhimes has done it on numerous occasions. Revitalizing Scandal next season will be trickier than rebooting one of Rhimes’ sexy hospital dramas, but it can be done. The first step in that process is to burn sage and recite Latin incantations until the evil spirit of B-613 has been completely exorcised.... (Source)
At its core, Scandal is a love story, but not the one the show has been dangling like a cat toy for four seasons. Scandal isn’t about the torrid, tumultuous love affair between Olivia Pope and President Fitzgerald Grant, no matter how hard “You Can’t Take Command” tries to suggest otherwise. Scandal is about another relationship: the forbidden love between Nonsense and Bullshit. Seems like just yesterday Nonsense was saying she had given up on love and had resolved to spend her days alone. “I’ll never find someone who understands me,” she said, and her girlfriends wanted to argue and reassure her, but even Nonsense makes the occasional valid point. Then, out of nowhere, here comes Bullshit on his motorcycle, radiating ego: six-pack abs, bedhead, and a lit American Spirit dangling from his pillowy lips just so. Nonsense and Bullshit locked eyes, triggering a soul connection that led them to the nearest by-the-hour motel. Nine months later, “Command” was born.
If there’s been an hour of television this year as cowardly, callow, and dissatisfying as “Command,” I missed it. The episode had one job, and one job only: to end the B-613 storyline that has marred the show possibly beyond repair. “Command” fails to do that. Rowan Pope has not been defeated, and B-613 has not been dismantled. The episode presents yet another false ending to the B-613 storyline, a false ending with no better or more interesting execution than any preceding it, but puts forth that false ending as if it’s of consequence when that’s clearly not true. Yet again, B-613 has been placed gently on a shelf so it can be retrieved at a moment’s notice, and as long as it’s unresolved definitively, Scandal will never be good again. (Source)