- A shot of the protagonist doing something stupid/embarrassing with a voiceover of them saying “This is me. I know, right?”
I was going to start this recap by saying “things are getting interesting,” but AHS is the kind of show where I can’t necessarily tell if things actually are getting interesting, or if they’re going to dovetail into a hot mess of minotaur sex and German snuff films. I guess I’ve just been burned too many times before. Anyway, let’s roll.
(I’m the WORST. Sorry for the late recap, but better late than just skipping it and moving directly to next week’s, right?)
Ultimately, here’s my issue thus far with Hotel – I feel like I want to make a bunch of sassy snap judgments about how this shit is already off the rails and I don’t really see where up it can go, but at the same time, it’s only the second episode and I feel like I should give Murphy the benefit of the doubt. In answer to your inevitable follow-up question, the answer is no, I never learn my lesson where Murphy is concerned. Let’s do this.
Surprise, bitch. I bet you’d thought you’d seen the last of me.
…Just kidding! Freak Show couldn’t bring me down THAT much, and I just cannot tear myself away from the Ryan Murphy Trainwreck Collection, and especially not from its crown jewel. Let’s get our room keys and settle in, because this is going to get weird, fast. Probably.