God fucking dammit, American Horror Story.
Yeah, that big twist that Ryan Murphy promised we would never see coming- I think we all pretty much did, but that doesn’t undermine the fact that episode six of My Roanoke Nightmare is by far the best the season has offered up so far. Manic, goofy, and engaging, Chapter Six is a welcome fucking relief from the uninspired plots and bad accents we had to put up with only a week ago.
Have you ever been to a haunted house? You know, not an actual one, but something some savvy local businessman might set up to rake in some of that sweet Halloween dough. You stumble from room to room, being bombarded with any number of zanily gruesome images, in an attempt to instil some sense of horror into your soul. But much as you might try to buy into it, to gamely play along, there’s a little voice at the back of your head going “This is all bullshit, isn’t it?”. That’s how I feel about this episode of American Horror Story.
Ellie, this picture is for you, because I’m not sure you’re going to like what I have to say about this episode.
Aaaand we’re back. I don’t mean these recaps; I mean American Horror Story is back to it’s usual cavalcade of mediocrity, after three relatively promising episodes.
I’m a little late this year, but hurrah- The Cutprice Guignol is over four years old as of this moment! I now have an honours degree in this blog. And history and journalism, because somehow I graduated this year, but whatever.
And so, friends, we reach the end of another Fifty Shades “book”. Hush, hush, hold your tears, for as soon as my American Horror Story recaps are done, I’ll be back for the final segment of this thrillogy. In the meantime- Let’s. Do. It.
Sorry about the longer-than-usual wait between recraps, but Suicide Squad was on and y’all know I had some major thoughts on that. Oh, and I realized last night- despite the fact that I’m writing about erotica (“erotica”) I think I failed to mention up until know that I write my own, under a pen-name, which you can buy if you’d like to check it out/stick a massive middle finger up at EL James. Which, I believe, we are all obliged to do as human beings.
I picked Robert Pattinson for extra bonus reminding-everyone-of-plagiarism points
So, there are many TV shows out there that are wildly popular-unavoidably so, some might say- but that I have yet to actually see (I know, I know, the thought of me not having seen a show is literally impossible to concieve of, but stick with me here). Obviously, despite my not actually having seen them, I do end up with impressions of these productions based on the interminable hype around them and small snippets I have actually caught over the years, whether or not any of my impressions are in any way accurate. And I thought it would be fun to share my stupid, underinformed impressions of these shows with you. Warning: potentially offensive for anyone who’s actually a fan of the shows listed below.
Yes, this is my second post today. But I’m ill, and if I’d known the Wonder Woman trailer would drop today, boy oh boy, would I have conserved my blogging energy! Let’s take a look at the first take on everyone’s favourite Amazonian warrior.
Outcast: two mediocre genre shows smushed together to create an even more mediocre show.
In the last couple of years, it feels like there’s been a lot of talk about the depiction of rape and sexual assault on TV. Yes, okay, a lot of this stems from the wildly popular Game of Thrones and it’s controversial use (and use, and use, and use again) of rape, but other shows- such as The Newsroom and House of Cards and countless, countless others– have come under fire for the way they’ve handled rape-related subplots.
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