Is the American Horror Story Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk are about to tell a page-turner or a stomach-churner? A bit of both? This much is certain: The new FX series, premiering tonight at 10/9c, is certainly one polarizing piece of fright fare.
Ben is a shrink, so for good measure his at-home practice seems to draw in the fantastically troubled, from a teen boy who has dreams of dispatching his school full of peers to a young woman who is haunted — and yet not, really — by visions of being cleaved in half by an elevator.
And yes, it is depicted for the viewer exactly how one gets dismembered in such a manner — because AHS is not at all shy about being in your face with its unsettling images, psycho-sexual tropes and a palpably frightful atmosphere (especially if one is to brave… the basement, with its jars full of fetuses and such).
Were more time spent on the Harmons and what their not-quite-as-scary East Coast life has been about to date, Horror Story would be more compelling from the get-go. Instead, from the very first frame — a flashback to 1978 involving two punk-ass ginger boys and a little girl with Down Syndrome who warns them they are about to, you know, die — the narrative keeps the noisy scares coming fast and often, and always so, so dark.
The only “light” moments to be had come courtesy of Academy Award winner Jessica Lange, playing the aforementioned girl’s mother, a Southern-fried belle from Hollywood’s yesteryear, a onetime actress who had to cut her career short and still seems rather bitter about it. Lange is obviously having a very good time with the role, to the point that one half expects Britton to break mid-scene as Vivien is subject to this nutty neighbor’s first exposition dump, told as colorfully as it is.
There’s a lot being thrown at the wall in Horror Story, and I haven’t even gotten to the sexually aggressive mystery person/entity in the rubber gimp costume, Ben’s tendency to walk around the house as naked as an Ashton Kutcher (yes, Dylan, we can see that you’ve been working out), or the bully at the daughter’s school who stands to receive quite the horrific comeuppance. Nor did I mention Six Feet Under matriarch Frances Conroy’s turn as the house’s “built-in” housekeeper who — fun fact! — appears to Ben (and apparently only to Ben) in the guise of the comely Alexandra Breckenridge. What’s fantasy, what’s reality? AHS, even a few episodes in, hasn’t really paused or cared to steer us either way. Why don’t the Harmons think to move out, after five too many brushes with terror? You’ll have to wait almost two full episodes for that burning question to be raised, then addressed.
This article was written by Matt Webb Mitovitch.
Link to the original article:In Review: Does FX's American Horror Story Have the Fright Stuff? - TVLine
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