“Empire”’s Sex Slump: Why Sex on TV’s Sexiest Show (Including That Threesome) is So Incredibly Awkward

The second season of “Empire” seems to have misplaced a lot of its verve, and nowhere is that more obvious than in the fact that in last night’s episode, “True Love Never,” a threesome between Lucious Lyon (Terrence Howard), Mimi Whiteman (Marisa Tomei) and a random pretty woman named April is somehow the most boring thing to happen all season. In fairness, it doesn’t progress all the way to actual threesome, because Lucious spots April’s gun tattoo and leaves to write a song about it. But there’s a long and awkward build-up to that point which highlights how little chemistry the three characters have with each other. The mood of the scene is that all three characters set themselves a dare and are now getting cold feet at the idea of following through with it. Then Mimi starts crying because she has a quarrel over the phone, and Lucious has flashbacks to his bipolar mother putting a gun to her head. It is not hot.

“Empire” is a show that features a lot of sex, but it’s not a show that is terribly sexy. Most of the time, the sex scenes are a bridge to another kind of storytelling—narratives of power, using the bedroom as just one more battleground in a war of attrition. In this scene, it’s an uncomfortable parable of moneyed power; Lucious and Mimi are business partners that are terrifyingly open to misuse of power. In the season premiere, Mimi allowed a woman to sleep with her in order to attempt to gain favor. Then she—turn of phrase intended—screwed her over anyway. That woman was Lucious’ ex-fiancee Anika (Grace Gealey). Lucious, who is fully aware of all that transpired, seems to take all of this as just another day of doing business. He also has a reputation for rapacious, predatory behavior—and we know Lucious, at least, to be a man capable of violence, in his quest to dominate every scenario. Right as the threesome is about to “start,” April shifts positions, beckoning Lucious and Mimi closer to her. Lucious looks almost annoyed that she would do something she wants to do. He moves her back to her previous position, and then pushes her legs apart. Then, distracted by her tattoo, he disappears for a songwriting spree, but the way he takes his leave is still chilling. He tells Mimi she should “go first.” This isn’t a threesome, this is a (consensual and possibly for-profit) gang-bang. Mimi, a ludicrous caricature of a lesbian, is cast in the “male” role; April, throughout her time on screen, does not speak at all. In a show that prides itself on female characters that do whatever they want, April is bizarrely marionette-like, lying on a hotel chaise lounge in her underwear.

This second season of “Empire” has been caught between the show’s ambitions and its failures to execute; as I wrote when it premiered, “Empire” is often torn between creating a spectacle and deriving some sense of meaning from that spectacle. This is particularly showcased in its sex scenes. So it’s not that “Empire” doesn’t know what it’s doing when it films a character in the bedroom. (Last week’s sex scene with the criminally underused Gabourey Sidibe existed only to allow her character to be sexual, and even though it was just as random as everything else, the show was conscious of the effect Sidibe’s scene would have.) It’s more that the show’s occasionally atrocious writing makes it difficult to see the occasional brilliance of its setups. Intimacy is a fraught battleground for all of these privileged characters; Jamal (Jussie Smollett) can’t trust any of his boyfriends, Anika only knows how to sleep her way to the top, and Hakeem (Bryshere Y. Gray) has a whole lot of not-so-subtle Freudian desires. Nearly every sexual pairing on the show has a sense of forced intimacy, but that’s almost the point.