The Trailer for American Horror Story: Apocalypse Is Here and It’s Bananas in All the Best Ways
My body is ready.
After a few grim and lackluster seasons, season 8 of American Horror Story looks like a return to campy, over the top fun. The latest season, titled Apocalypse, features a mash-up of the characters from season 1’s Murder House and season 3’s Coven, as well as a boatload of new characters played by new and returning AHS players. Sarah Paulson is rumored to be playing three roles, reprising her psychic Billie Dean, Supreme Cordelia, and a new role as Outpost leader Venable.
Also returning are Evan Peters, Billie Lourd, Adina Porter, Kathy Bates, Emma Roberts, Frances Conroy, Dylan McDermott, Taissa Farmiga, Billy Eichner and Leslie Grossman. This season also gives us the illustrious return of AHS grand dame Jessica Lange, who hasn’t been seen since season 4. No word yet on who will be reprising which character, but honestly I am here for any and all twists and turns this season is going to take. The trailer gives us glimpses at an un-piloted charter plane, a zombie uprising, and a nuclear-scorched earth. Along the way, we get glimpses of witches, monsters, the New Orleans coven, the rubber man, hazmat suits, and lots of gas masks. Oh, and Stevie Nicks is there too.
The story seems to center around a safe zone called Outpost 3, which is ruled with an iron fist by Paulson’s Venable. Leading the charge of the apocalypse is the anti-christ, who Connie Britton gave birth to in the finale of Murder House. Now, the anti-christ is all grown up and will be played by Cody Fern.
THIS is the kind of American Horror Story I live for. What I want from a season of AHS is akin to to what Bill Hader’s Stefon wants from a night club: boatloads of nonsense with plenty of sass, nasty one liners, and more than a soupçon of queerness. Demon babies? Yes. Masturbating ghosts? Bring it on. Mutants performing musical numbers? Don’t mind if I do. Jessica Lange drinking booze she hides in her wooden leg? Sign me up. I want a cavalcade of WTF, the kind that only my lord and savior Ryan Murphy can deliver.
Bring me your bananas apocalypse, American Horror Story. I’m ready for whatever balderdash your twisted campy minds can come up with.
(via Collider, image: screengrab)
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