The good news is that almost everyone dies.
The bad news is that not everyone dies.
Only one episode to go. Only one episode to go. Only one episode to go.
I’m just counting episodes at this point.
Nothing scary happens. Nothing shocking happens. Even the melodrama is lukewarm.
And if anyone should be able to realistically sell angst, it should be freaks.
Gloria. Dot. Esmerelda.
Well, you can scratch Gloria off that list, because that’s not wine Dandy’s bathing in up there.
Elsa teaches us this episode that the best way to regain the trust of your doubting flock is to string your main critic up and throw a knife into his gut, then purposely and obviously neglect to call medical attention and wait for him to die.
That oughtta restore their faith in you, baby.
Sadly, the random psycho murderer part is a bit of a turn off.
And there is no forgiveness for anyone who murders Matt Bomer.
No, it’s actually the Elsa story.
And it involves not only S&M fantasy heaven, but also chainsaws and no anaesthesia.
What else do you expect from German pornography?
It only took three episodes to introduce an immortal character who sets precedent for all kinds of undead and resurrection shenanigans that might follow.
Hello season 3.