Can’t anybody make a decent movie anymore?
Again Patty and I tried to relax after a more than usually hectic week. Veg out on a horror movie, sez I. What was I thinking? Maybe I thought we could find something like A Warning to the Curious. But no–we found American Horror Story instead,
Actually this is a cable TV series, not a movie. We watched the pilot.
Well, that pilot crashed on the runway.
What made us choose this for our viewing pleasure? We’d never heard of it before. It had like 2,000 5-star Customer Reviews on amazon. So it must be good, right?
To say this was drivel would be to insult drivel. To say it was rubbish would be grossly to exaggerate its worth. If someone ever tries to show you this, either bolt for the exit or, if you’re trapped, reach for a weapon.
American Horror Story is about a bunch of nasty, spiritually diseased people getting killed off, one by one, by haints in a haunted house. All the characters are horrible. You’d be happier spending your time with jock itch. Why we are expected to care what happens to them is one for the mystics. I mean, really–I do not want to get peeks into their banal sex fantasies, much less witness what they actually do. Meanwhile, the screenplay is totally incoherent. To follow the story line, first you’d have to find one.
Nevertheless, there is one thing to be said for it.
What happens when utterly Godless individuals make a film about Godless characters, intended for a Godless audience? American Horror Story is what happens. The characters in this story live, not only by bread alone, but by every load of bunk that comes out of secularism, psychobabble, and New Age woo-woo crab manure. Hey! Who needs the Bible when you’ve got all this?
Not a clue. They haven’t got a clue.