To fill the hole left by the smoke monster, Cliff and I took up watching, True Blood. Perfectly entertaining. I’ll keep watching it, but I am not obsessed or inspired. And then I came across…
American Horror Story. Or more specifically, Jessica Lange as Constance on American Horror Story. My, oh my.
I am hooked on this show – it has elements that I love in smart, escapism T.V. like great actors and dead, creepy twins, but I wait each episode just to see Jessica Lange. She is the most brilliant, sadistic and sexy southern belle I have ever had the pleasure of watching. I have loved her since Tootsie, but I sadly wrote her off years ago after viewing her new face in the movie, Big Fish. I do judge great actresses when they get such obviously bad plastic surgery. I assume that all actresses have some work done - but her face made me sad. It was Bruce Jenner too much. But now, with American Horror story – wow. All is forgiven.
Whoever writes for her is from the twisted school of Tennessee Williams meets Stephen King. I am in love with every line that she delivers. She steals the show – and that is saying a great deal when she is competing with the juicy likes of Dylan McDermott’s bare ass. Have you seen?