AVClub: The ongoing debate as Empire continues its slide into critical irrelevance is whether the first season of the show was actually good or simply novel, a concept and backdrop fresh enough that the exhilaration masked the show’s legion of weaknesses. Is season two a legitimate decline in quality or has the audience simply discovered the hip hop mogul has no clothes? At this point, it probably doesn’t matter anymore. If Empire is suffering an identity crisis, as television shows often do in their sophomore seasons, said crisis is probably here to stay. The luckiest members of the audience have graduated to the acceptance stage of the grieving process, so at least Empire is at a point where there’s only so much it can disappoint you anymore. It is what it is.