You guys, I’m ready to make a somewhat surprising declaration: Last night’s episode of Scandal was good. Not “good for this season,” or “good relative to all the bad episodes lately,” but legitimately, objectively good. The stuff going on felt exciting and like we were continuing to move through the plot, and even though last week’s episode had a pretty significant red herring, this week didn’t slow down when it reversed course.
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I’m not an effusive person, by and large, but occasionally, Scandal manages to pull off something that makes me shout four-letter words out loud, in my apartment, to no one in particular. Last night, when it seemed like the story had largely concluded, there was one last not-so-metaphorical twist of the knife that had me talking to my house plants.
It’s been two weeks since we had a plot-centric episode of Scandal, and honestly, I needed the break. I can only take so much Fitz-Olivia intrigue before I have to sit in silence with a Diet Coke for a while to quell my irritation with Fitz’s entire existence, and it’s nice to go two weeks without the necessity of anti-murderous meditation.
Before we start, I have a very sincere question: Why doesn’t Olivia live in a doorman building? Those are certainly not a unique-to-New York phenomena, and Liv can clearly afford the kind of accommodations that would include a staff that looks the other way; lord knows there must be plenty of buildings in DC that specialize in that.
I’ve been sitting here and thinking about it for a little while, and the only way I can think to introduce today’s Scandal recap is this: Last night, we learned why it’s a bad idea to conspire with terrorist kidnappers to sell yourself to whoever wants to extort action out of the President of the United States.