But that’s not true, I’m also interested in black-hearted cheesiness, which is to say that I’ve been greatly enjoying season two of “American Horror Story.”
[SPOILERS ahead] was wildly uneven, but ultimately very enjoyable (largely because of amazing performances from new discovery Evan Peters and underused veteran
Jessica Lange.) In the end, its greatest innovation was its shock ending:
Everybody died. This overcomes the
biggest problem of horror TV: the need to protect the main characters from
danger. And the fact that they
didn’t warn us in advance made it wonderfully mind-blowing to see these
seemingly-permanent characters get killed off one by one.
that bridge, they started over from scratch this season with all new characters
(but many of the same actors, including Peters and Lange) for the story of a
1964 lunatic asylum. This time, of
course, the jig is up: we now know that each season will be self-contained, so
we’re forewarned not to get too attached.
This is a true horror show, and things are pretty much guaranteed to get
worse and worse.
against all logic, despite knowing that things will almost certainly end badly,
I enjoy rooting for the characters to escape and/or expose the evil of the
This is the
big paradox behind our enjoyment of any genre story: why do allow we ourselves to
worry about the characters, when the genre alone tells it how it’s probably
going to end: we pretty much know that the super-spy will triumph, and the
sexually-active teen that taunts the monster must die. Somehow, good
stories get us to suspend our meta-textual awareness and forget that the ending
is a foregone conclusion.
this to a show from last season that I wanted to like, but just couldn’t. Longtime readers may remember that I
was a big fan of the short-lived show “Lone Star” from a few years ago. After that show was abruptly cancelled,
creator Kyle Killen got a chance to try again the next year, so he took its
double-life concept and attempted to transplant it into a more high-concept
was “Awake”, about an LAPD detective who’d been in a horrible car crash and
now lived two lives, one in which his wife died and another in
which his son died. He
knew that one must be a dream, but he didn’t want to know which was which. It was an fascinating concept, but it
just didn’t work, and the biggest reason for that was that the show was just
too much of a bummer. Were we
supposed to root for the wife to be dead, or the kid?
get me wrong: the tone of “Awake” was surprisingly uplifting: in both
realities, the cop was healing through grief counseling, learning to love his
surviving family member more, and solving a case-of-the-week. The tone of “AHS”, on the other hand,
could not be more nasty, lurid, and bleak. So why do I find “AHS” to be fun and “Awake” to be such a
is that, when we watch, we’re focused not on what’s probably going to happen to
the heroes, or even what’s actually happening onscreen at the time, but on what
we want to happen.
There has to
be a good option. On “AHS”, I desperately want the unjustly condemned lesbian to defeat the evil nun and
bring her asylum crashing down around her ears, and that’s why I watch. Even though I know, on some level, that it’s never going to
happen, I can still
quixotically root for it until the last moment. On “Awake”, meanwhile, things were getting better all the time, but
there was never any real hope that he would escape the underlying horror of his
situation, so, despite all the learning and growing that the hero was doing, I couldn’t root for him.