![]() ![]() If you’re scared of clowns that is – which, let’s face it, you are. It was the first time in a long time the show had been genuinely scary. His all-too-short killing spree and weird little bromance with man-brat Dandy (deliciously petulant newcomer Finn Wittrock) were the high-water marks of the series so far. ![]() And by nicely I mean in a furious fountain of unmitigated violence.Īnd then there was Twisty. ![]() They all slot together, suggesting they’ll converge nicely at the conclusion. Each prominent character has been given meaty storylines to gorge on, and while some haven’t panned out quite as well as others (Jimmy’s sideline as a sex worker was introduced and wisely dropped, as was an ill-advised plot-strand about drug-induced rape), the web of intrigue that’s been constructed so far doesn’t have any major weaknesses in it at all. Mars’s emporium of curiosities has been stuffed with intriguing subplots: Evan Peters’ murderous quest for equality, his daddy issues, and his love interest, Maggie, and her formaldehyde-reliant plot with Stanley Del’s sham marriage Elsa’s quest for fame, the bubbling tension between her and Kathy Bates’s bearded Ethel. Predictably grim proceedings began with conjoined twins Bette and Dot (series old guard Sarah Paulson, superb as both), whose unique cranial plurality soon came to the attention of Jessica Lange’s freak-show proprietor Elsa Mars. It feels like they’ve finally nailed the formula they’ve been chasing around like a chicken round a pen for four years.įor one thing, the plotting hasn’t been this strong since Murder House. It’s also great that we live in a world where people are free to be this incorrect without being hurled into stockades and mocked mercilessly as blithering idiots.įreak Show feels more rounded, complete and assured than the previous three incarnations the scariest since the first, the silliest since the second and the nastiest behind the ooh-dear-that’s-a-bit-too-nasty-actually third. It’s great that a show can divide opinion. I’ve heard from some who say this is their least favourite, and critical reception in the odd esteemed corner of the internet, from Complex to Vulture to the AV Club, agree with this summation. This series, despite its deliberately lefty-irking title and potentially insensitive subject matter, is by far and away my favourite so far. And I’m going to go out on a limb – a bloodied, crudely dismembered, rotting limb. American Horror Story has never become dull because it has never stayed still for long enough.īecause each season can be judged on its own merits, and now we’re six episodes into Freak Show (which followed Murder House, Asylum and Coven), it feels as though enough has happened with the story so far to sit back, take stock, and reflect. It’s the infectious daftness of the whole thing the claret-hurling ultraviolence the inability of Jessica Lange to be anything other than an absolute dude even when spouting some truly preposterous nonsense, the reset system at the end of every season – meaning each is its own standalone tale with the cast in different roles. Okay, it’s fetid, necrotic air filled with screams, dry ice and liberated haemoglobin, but you get the point. SPOILER ALERT: This blog discusses plot points from Freak Show, the fourth season of American Horror Story.Įven though it is now halfway through its fourth season, there’s still something of a breath of fresh air about American Horror Story. ![]()
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