In my very first post on American Horror Story—it feels like years ago now—I suggested that the worst thing that could happen to this show would be for it to get a little better. A slight improvement, I worried, would mean that the show would risk "losing all of its unintentional comedy and becoming simply a turgid horror anthology with pretensions."

I think that's exactly what's happened, for me at least, over the last couple of episodes: American Horror Story has gotten a little better. Not a lot better, mind you—not enough to be considered great television—but just enough so that it isn't quite so much fun to tear apart.

I mean, do you remember the early days, the halcyon days, the gleefully batshit days of yore? Do you remember when Ben was wandering the house naked, blubberbating and drooling over Moira? Do you remember when Constance was a hammy kleptomaniac, and Larry was whacking people with shovels and talking about getting his head shots done? Do you remember poor Addy popping out from under a bed every few minutes? Do you remember when we had bat-winged babies and raw brains for brunch? Pig men and penectomies? Does anybody remember laughter?

I know, I know, I complained about all that shit too. (Man, I'm just impossible to please.) But that shit—while unquestionably shit—was good shit. It was fun shit. It was the shit that made me tune in every week, if only to comment on the bouquet, the vintage, the unexpected and delightfully piquant flavor of the shit we were being served.

"Birth," on the other hand, follows in the example of last week's "Smoldering Children" by being…well, not bad, really. Written by Tim Minear—who last wrote "Halloween, Part 2" (and to whom I'm eternally well-disposed because of his involvement in Firefly)"Birth" has an actual structure (rare for this show), it ties its threads together logically and with purpose (ditto), and—by American Horror Story standards, at least—is downright tasteful and restrained. (Granted, a gigantic antichrist baby kills its mother on the way out of the womb—but, you know, tastefully.)

Directed by Alfonso Gomez-Rejon—who last helmed the equally tight "Home Invasion"—“Birth” also delivers some spooky atmosphere, if not some outright scares. One of my complaints about American Horror Story all season has been that it is often gross, and frequently shocking, but hardly ever scary. But "Birth" has a number of sequences where the show at least seems to remember that it's supposed to be a horror show. The opening sequence—in which a young Tate (Paul Butler) ventures into the basement and encounters Thadeus/Infantata (Ben Woolf) for the first time—is rushed but wonderfully creepy. (There are some really nice shots here, including the shadow of the child descending the staircase, the way the yellow of his Tonka truck stands out against the shadows, and the way Infantata's face seems to slowly develop out of the darkness.) Tate is saved by Nora (Lily Rabe), who teaches him that the way to get rid of monsters is simply to close your eyes and say "Go Away."

This opening scene also establishes the baby-mania that runs throughout this entire episode, as everyone wants whatever it is that's in Vivien's ballooning belly. Nora and Hayden (Kate Mara) each want a baby to replace the ones they lost; Constance (Jessica Lange) and Moira (Frances Conroy) want Tate's child for some nefarious, as yet undeclared purpose; Chad (Zachery Quinto) and Patrick (Teddy Sears) want the babies to save their eternally disintegrating relationship. Even Violet (Taissa Farmiga) is coming to terms with what life as a ghost in Murder House will mean, and putting it in baby-terms: "Nobody here is happy, Tate," she says to her ghostly boyfriend (Evan Peters). "We'll never have kids."

(Of all the would-be adopted parents, Chad and Patrick—seen decorating the nursery throughout—are the most amusing.  I enjoyed seeing Quinto and Jessica Lange duel each other in a campy bitch-off, and I adored the line that revealed what Chad and Patrick's plan for the babies entails: "Raise them? Oh, honey, no, no, no. We're going to wait until they reach that perfect, adorable age—about a year, year-and-a-half or so—and then we're going to smother them with hypoallergenic pillows. That way they'll be cute forever.")

Discovering Chad and Patrick's agenda, Violet tries to call in what I've been suggesting for weeks: an exorcist. Unfortunately, Billie Dean (Sarah Paulson) is just enough of a psychic to realize Violet is dead, but not enough of one to have any useful advice about ridding the house of its ghost infestation. (The Verminator might be of more use here.) Her pointless retelling of the famous Roanoke mystery yields no practical advice, as the word "Croatoan" has no effect on Chad.

What does work—at least temporarily—is Nora's advice: when Violet discovers the truth about Tate's assault on her mother, she realizes what has been obvious all along: this guy is not really a Tiger Beat Dream Date. "Your man does love you," Chad tells Violet, when he spills the beans about her mother's rape. "But he'll always be a monster." So Violet deals with Tate, finally, the way you deal with all monsters: she closes her eyes and tells him to go away, creating a nice symmetry with the opening of the episode. Tate, who was once the one scared of the things in the dark, has become one of them.

And so, too, have Violet and Vivien. The bulk of "Birth" is dedicated to the titular event: when Vivien goes into predictably premature labor in the driveway, Ben (Dylan McDermott) doesn't seem to question the presence of Dr. Montgomery (Matt Ross), or the dead nurses from Episode One, or the makeshift operating theater that has been set up in his living room. ("This house is trying to help," Constance tells him. "And right now you are in no position to refuse.")

The birth scenes are well staged, with creepy candlelight and hallucinatory camera angles but a surprising lack of overt gore. (I'm surprised American Horror Story denied us the more gratuitous shots, but relieved: I expected to see a gory shot of something that looked like Tim Curry in Legend peeping out from between Connie Britton's splayed legs, but some very quick flashes of blood-splattered sheets were far more effective.)

The first baby—which we assume, but don't know for sure, is the weaker, human child—is declared stillborn, and ushered quickly into the arms of Nora. (Whether it's really dead or not we don't know either—but, in this house, does it make any difference?) The second baby—the antichrist child of Tate?—is the one that lives, but Vivien does not survive the delivery. (It's a nice scene here, where Violet appears at her mother's bedside, and the two make their peace.)

Vivien's afterlife reunion with Violet is bittersweet—I like that, even as a ghost, she immediately goes into maternal mode, comforting Violet. (When, in the final moments, she hugged Violet and said, "I didn't lose my baby," I got warm, momentary flashbacks to Tami and Julie Taylor in Friday Night Lights.) On the other hand, as much as I love Britton, I feel fairly unmoved by Vivien's death: the reveal of Violet's death last week was a powerful moment, but killing Vivien just doesn't have the same impact. For one thing, the character of Vivien just hasn't been developed as strongly; for another, the show has made being a ghost so commonplace and tedious that death just seems like an annoying inconvenience.

So where does all of this leave us, going into next week's season finale? With a lot of ghosts squabbling over ownership of the babies (dead or alive), and with Ben the only family member still breathing. On this last point, I hope he stays that way: I can put up with Vivien and Violet taking up permanent residence on American Horror Story—though I think both the actors and the characters deserve better—but surely no one wants to see another season with Dylan McDermott in the house. I suspect, and hope, that Ben will get hauled off to the loony bin, incurably insane and blamed for the deaths of his wife and child. (Don't be surprised if he ends up at least half-burned as well: this show does like its symmetry.)

I have more to say about all of this, and how the Harmon Family story has played out, but I'll wait for next week's finale, since a lot will depend on how permanent a resolution we are moving towards. The rumor is that Season Two of American Horror Story will be a full reboot, but what does that mean? Does it mean a new family moving into Murder House, where at least some of the ghosts—and perhaps Constance—will remain? Or does it mean leaving the house and its entire cast of characters behind? (I imagine it's the first, but I hope it's the second, as I feel like the device of the house is one of the major problems that's plagued the show all along: right now the series is mired and moribund in its single location, and requires the constant influx of new ghosts and new characters that gives it that Love Boat quality I mentioned last week.)

Mostly, I hope the show either brings in some new characters and makes us care about them, or embraces its natural state as a campy, tongue-in-cheek freak show. "Smoldering Children" and "Birth" are good examples of the show reaching the limits of what it can achieve with the current format: they are probably as good as this show can do right now, but they're not really good enough. However well-executed these later episodes are, the lack of believable characterization and the massive tonal shifts that have plagued the show all season make reaching for the big emotional moments now a real stretch.

American Horror Story began by promising an extended metaphor about a deteriorating marriage and family that it has never fully delivered: the Harmon story has never really worked, and so the larger emotional moments never quite have the impact the creators intend. I appreciate the effort, and these last couple of episodes do hint at what a better, slightly rejiggered show might look like. But if American Horror Story can't do a better job of building an emotional and thematic foundation in Season Two, I'd rather just have brain eating and pig men.

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2 thoughts on “AMERICAN HORROR STORY 1×11: "BIRTH"”

  1. "Blubberbating" – hilarious! I am going to use that word at every available opportunity until it officially enters the lexicon. Oh wait, when am I ever going to have a chance to use that word outside of AHS?

    "Man, I’m just impossible to please." – exactly, you wrote that in an offhand way, but that's the core truth as far as your reviews on this show – you were condemning AHS when you thought the show was a shallow, disjointed freak show, now you're disappointed when the show finds more structure and depth over the last two episodes.

    I enjoy reading your reviews because it makes me challenge my unquestioned devotion to this series, but I couldn't disagree with you more.

    The Violet is Dead reveal was so powerful, do you really think that every main character's death (as in Vivien's) should have to match that for the show to succeed? I can't really hold the show to blame if Vivien's death doesn't match the impact of Violet dying.

    I don't see the Love Boat analogy at all. The vast majority of shows on TV are shows where each episode is a self-contained unit. There is a storyline that rolls through the entire season of this show where you have to watch every episode to have a clue as to what's going on. You miss one episode, you lost the thread and you're out of luck. That's no Love Boat. You can watch reruns of the Love Boat in any order you want. Not so with this show.

    The ghosts and the couple living characters have been intriguing, compelling. Violet, of course, she drew us in, I'd be shocked if Jessica Lange's brilliant performance as Constance doesn't win a SAG Award and an Emmy, Zachary Quinto was brilliant in his delivery and Chad and Patrick both had some of the funniest lines in recent memory, Tate, as much as you and I both might initially have zero compassion for the high school massacre shooter, don't tell me the flashback to the 8-year-old didn't tug at your heartstrings a bit and make you feel some empathy for the character. If Ben and Vivien didn't reach the top or the middle of the list of TV couples you've ever cared for, who cares. I didn't tune in to see a horrorified version of Sam and Dianne. I thought the cast of characters on this first season has been great.

    Another thing I've found incredible about this show has been the pacing. From the pilot that grabbed you, things really started ratcheting up week after week until the fever pitch of suspense and horror that lasted in the two-part Halloween episode. Then things got back into a good groove, and now, with the final episode and I have total faith, ending in the finale, things once again went to a nightmare climax. The way they were able to ramp it up to two, two episode climaxes over the first season was brilliant.

    This series has been everything I hoped for. Maybe that's the difference here, is you were looking for something different, but this show has been exactly what I was looking for. It's been so good, I already know I'm going to be going through AHS withdrawals when the season ends.

    What show could possibly give the same thrills and chills that AHS has given me?

    I got Hulu, checked out Grimm, pretty cool stuff, but I kept thinking, "this show's good, but it's no AHS."

    What else? A lot of the AHS fans on Twitter were also Lost fans. I guess I can check that out, but I have a feeling that nothing's going to satisfy in the same way AHS has.

  2. Though we disagree on a lot, I always appreciate your taking the time to write, Mike. (The Love Boat analogy had to do more with the guest stars, except the guests then NEVER LEAVE. I really think this show could be much better by cutting WAY back on the clutter of so many characters, but every week we seem to get a new ghost in the house. Don't you think good horror requires a little more quiet and space in which to work?)

    As far as your quest for something to get you through the off-season, I'll tell you my honest recommendation, but you probably won't believe me: The Vampire Diaries. I know, it looks like a Twilight ripoff for teen girls—and in some ways it is—but it's thankfully low on teen romance and high on people getting their hearts ripped out or set on fire with a flamethrower. For sheer, crazy, I-never-know-what's-going-to-happen-from-week-to-week plotting, and some pretty good horror tropes, it's an addictive guilty pleasure. (The first few episodes are pretty rough, but about halfway through the first season it really kicks into high gear.)

    There, now I've REALLY blown any credibility I had with you…but I stand by it.

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