Finally: an
American Horror Story episode worthy of what the first season of this show promised us! It was almost too much: you mean we're going to get an episode where the tables turn on the Countess, heavily features James Patrick March in all his campy, deranged sexiness--which, as someone who watched
The Lazarus Effect on Tuesday just to see Evan Peters choke on a vape pen, was just an exquisite overload-- AND John Lowe B-story that
almost made sense? Has God (read: Ryan Murphy) been listening to me this entire time? Will this episode be the one that turns the Hotel Cortez season from
Freak Show-level inanity to
Coven-level cohesion? Let's find out!
