Ok, so I’ve never seen the first season of American Horror
story, which is why the series hasn’t really got me thinking
too much about it
until I watched the first episode of season three last week. That’s when I really
started thinking about it.
Kind of.
I did spend the first half of the episode trying to figure
out where I recognised some of the actors from before I thought of looking them
up on IMDB.
Turns out that American Horror Story uses the same main actors
in each season. Like I said, I didn’t see season one. This is news to me. I
just assumed that American Horror story was a bit like Underbelly, in that each
new season had a whole new cast.
I was surprisingly unnerved by this revelation, too. It took
me awhile to realise why I was so unnerved by this.
And then it hit me;
American Horror story isn’t just a disturbing insight into
the darker (if slightly unrealistic at times) side of American history, it’s
also the story of nine people (yeah, I checked this number on IMDB) forced to
live through the very worst of American history. Except that once they have
struggled through each horrific part of history they are thrown into a new
world of fresh horror. Death may or may not provide an escape from this existence
(I haven’t seen/can’t remember enough to say for certain). Their torment made
worse because they’re the ones inflicting the pain and horror upon each other.
Some of whom appear to really enjoy doing so. The actors are in fact characters
themselves, completely unaware of their reality. Each time everything resets to
something new, their memories are wiped.
That’s right, American Horror Story is actually a window into
some kind of hell dimension where the torment is never ending (which I think is
actually the very definition of hell, duh!). Their misery is our entertainment.
Peace out!
Fox
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