This season features two muderous threats in the frame of The Ten Commandments killer, a serial killer who rounds off his victim justifying it accordingly by biblical teachings; and the Addiction Demon who moves around the hotel with a drill looking like a dildo. Homicide detective Bentley must see to the end of this killings in this series.
Disturbing us is the point, of course, but good horror stories go beyond grotesqueries and gore. American Horror Story: Hotel may do that, but I won't know; I don't plan to spend another night there.
Ryan Murphy and company have set the stage for a monstrous fifth season that's boasting its ability to be unapologetic from sex to the drugs and violence.
The findings are auspicious. AHS: Hotel more obviously resembles the first two, better seasons of American Horror Story than it does the latter, lesser two.
They're pushing boundaries. Screw your need for normalcy. You can get that anywhere. And, on that level, Hotel works. The question of quality comes down to the tolerance you have for style over substance.
Executive producers/writers Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk have clearly confused gore with fear, and they're not the same. There's plenty of the former, and the later is, sadly, missing.
