If the show was reaching for an empathetic tear, it got an exasperated eye-roll.
I was ready to resign American Horror Story to the annals of television history as a show with great ideas but shitty execution.
Rather than a work of art, this season was like a child’s hastily drawn crayon scribbles on a white wall, like thirteen different colors swirling all around each other until the whole thing turns brown. The child revels in its creation, but all anyone else sees a mess.
Considering how things have been going, he’ll kill everyone in the freak show and then himself. Because this show loves the easy way out, and they’ve proven that the easiest way out is for everyone to die.
“What a sicko!” Good on Finn Wittrock for not resting on the inherent irony of that line. He’s the beacon of hope for this series.
This episode was like a sinkhole formed in the middle of the story that swallowed us all up, and now we have to climb our way out of this hole to trudge on through the last three episodes.
If this episode could be replicated twelve times, American Horror Story: Freak Show would’ve been a miniseries to reckon with.
Dandy – “You’re no better than the Roosevelts.”
Gloria – “How dare you say that name in this house.”
The peak into Amazon Eve’s trailer was enlightening. Apparently she has several dozen pairs of shoes and yet she wears THE SAME THING every week. UGH.
Dandy – “I liked Dora better.”
Gloria – “Hindsight is 20/20, dear.”