"Murder House" is here to remind you that Junk TV still exists, even in the era of Peak TV. A part of the horror genre in name only, here serious issues like Down syndrome and school shootings are treated as just another ingredient in Ryan Murphy's campy confection. This season is designed for the binge in the same way you could happily eat a bag of potato chips in one sitting, but be prepared for the stomachache.
Although it brings all of horror cliches to TV-time, it brings them with such commitment that's impossible not to dig this american house of spooks. The twists, the gore scenes, the scares - it's a full package and it adds indeed to north american television prime time. A nice season to start with.
Objectively awful high-camp smut that nevertheless breathed new life into a dead television landscape. AHS-1s offensive caricatures are acted with resolute sincerity, leading to beautiful moments that make absolutely no sense whatsoever. I don't think the creators even realized their moral is the most frightening thing about the show: hedonism conquers, and when you are dead and gone, there are no consequences.