Beloved Character Actress Margo Martindale continues to be the best thing since sliced bread.

Except the line about how Quinn is loyal to her own.

No no, Faith is the Lesbian 4 Christ. Grace is the serial fellatrix.

I actually found Grace's line about having seen more death than she cares to think about really interesting. That's a clever play to give the hot, supposedly dumb model.

Everyone has their plausibility issues with this show, but for me, the notion that anyone would give enough of a shit about Shia to cover that up for her is a bridge too far.

I'd say the show also probably finds the notion of quality being predicated on good vs. evil pretty dull.

If anything, hitting Ersatz Chris Pratt and British Ryan Phillippe in the same week would kind of make her my hero.

It is literally the costume and production designers' jobs to think about this sort of thing in what they do, just as it is a critic's job to find meaning in those choices that the show's crew perhaps did not even intend. It's not "a bit much", it should be the standard.

You seem like a lot of fun, Helen Lovejoy.

Again, repulsion is the point etc. etc. What I'm saying is, I'm laughing at your repulsion, precious baby.

That's a cool joke that isn't sexist at all! Good one!

I wonder if after three performances on IAS that dudes will start to understand that their discomfort watching her is the point of what she does.

A comedian trying to do or say something other comedians haven't before? Burn her!

Eh, nowadays people complain about any show that doesn't move with the sketchy abandon of an Orange is the New Black episode. I guess it's the former mostly. It's still disappointing, but it's never much of a surprise that the good thing isn't very popular and the bad thing is strangely fetishised.

I really don't understand why American Horror Story is so massively popular and yet Penny Dreadful probably scrapes by on DVR numbers.

The greatest thing about this show is how devoted it is to giving actresses ample room to vamp. Piper will fill the void left by McCrory nicely.

His reaction to Lito mentioning the orgy is priceless, and Silvestre's face as he says, "Yeah. We had sex," will loop in my dreams for a long, long time.

I disagree, but at the same time, the qualification is a fair one. I found it quite mesmerising. Bizarre, yes, and a bit creepy, sure, but the dreamy surrealist stuff worked for me. Feels like a European art cinema precursor to Miyazaki/Ghibli's suite of gorgeous-looking and sounding hyper-fantasies about adolescent…

Yah, so was I. So were many of us.

It definitely should be called That Shit Kray.