“I really need your help. I don’t want to be like this. I want to be a good person.”
Right, well, Tate has just gained a ridiculous amount of sympathy from me. I have been there. I mean, I haven’t nearly chewed anyone’s face off to make a point or defend my crush, but I have been there. (Yes, more American Horror Story, although no spoilers this time.)
Knowing that there’s something wrong, but that even then the mind you use to understand that truth is off. And knowing isn’t enough to fix it, thinking about it isn’t enough to fix it, wanting it isn’t enough, trying isn’t enough…
It’s hell, and there is no-one I’d wish that on. Continue reading “Madness and the pet monster.”
Yep, more American Horror Story; thoughts which mostly revolve around the second episode, although bits of the third might creep in. Watched them back to back.
I really think I should just give up on defining Constance and Addy. I don’t think they’ve died–the interactions with others and the very prosaic baking scene kind of killed that theory for me–but the way Constance especially shows up inside the house at the oddest moments is seriously uncanny. And given the end of the “Home Invasion” episode and her discussion with Tate and Moira, she pretty clearly knows what they are and is dealing with it jest fahn, as George Stark would say in a rather heavy Southern accent.
(Constance was the source of one of two “oh right, that’s what this reminds me of” moments this episode, too. Blanche. She’s so very much Blanche from A Streetcar Named Desire.) And I think that’s about as far as I can get without spoilers, so ahoy the cut. Continue reading “The nature of the beast.”