This is the episode that's been waiting to fight its way out of Freak Show all along, catalyzing the season's potential energy into the genuine spectacle of histrionic freakouts and hypnogogic fantasy.
The episode vaguely recalls the chilling Tyrone Power film Nightmare Alley in how it shows the carny atmosphere to be unhinging its protagonist, though Elsa was certainly already unhinged; we're just now beginning to get to know her.
I'm getting a little tired of watching these characters get fantasy murdered. Come on, American Horror Story, stop sticking our hand into a bowl of grapes and calling it eyeballs. I miss Twisty. Is that weird?