last night was the dreadful conclusion of another seasonal 13-episode, excellently done series. dreadful not for its inadequacy, but because of the sheer perfect closing of an equally excellent season.

very often the short ones are the best: unlike what gents say about sex, sorry boys, size doesn’t matter;  this winter horror and television lovers we were blessed (and cursed, inverted pun?) with Briarcliff and its tenants.

thank you Ryan Murphy, and fucs you for the steep edge you’re keeping us on.

i myself don’t much care for clued and hints to the next season, i enjoyed this one with two particular highlights: first, the story. nazis and aliens locked in a looney bin with satan and a serial killer! no one could want, ask or do more, nor better. while exploring the difficult territory that is mental sanity, this season mixed something so very very real that can be smelled and felt on the back of one’s head with last season’s taste for the ethereal. evil and the supernatural are so finely mingled that there is no questioning, no ‘maybe it’s all part on the insanity’, no question at all: a story so smooth that you just accept it and enjoy.

secondly but not less important is this year’s cinematography, as much a character as the “live” people on the show. reminiscent of old school horror with skewered angles and noir visions the direction was one of the best parts of the show, more than last year and last year it was pretty awesome.

there is no need to emphasize acting performances: Jessica Lange and Sarah Paulson lead in ways that are more than naturally beautiful.

less emphasis on the single, more attention to details, surprise and tension: Asylum has been real as faith and scary as the devil.

what to say about this finale? praise, don’t look into evil ‘cos it will look back.