In a parallel to Euripides' The Bacchae, American Horror Story: Cult hammers home that not giving in to fear will not save you.
Beautifully crafted scenes, amazing one-liners, and plenty of clues still lead to the most underwhelming reveal, proving again that American Horror Story thrives on details, but can't ever deliver on the basic, main plot.
In another stalled mid-season episode, we find out what makes the Countess tick and why motherhood is so damn difficult despite all the modern amenities of back-alley abortions, vampirism, and nannies.
This show embraced its reputation for the weird and the strange, but it's storytelling methods are among the messiest in television.
We are living in the second Golden Age of Television, and not just because the writing is so good: TV is where we can tune in for real diversity.