American Horror Story Season 7 Episode 7 Review
American Horror Story: Cult epitomize: 'Valerie Solanas Died for Your Sins: Scumbag'
Lena Dunham and Frances Conroy arrive to aid the women ofCulttrounce the patriarchy
After making us await nearly one-half a season to see Lena Dunham in her cameo office every bit Valerie Solanas, American Horror Story doesn't waste whatever time getting her on screen in its seventh episode — fifty-fifty before the championship credits function. It's 1968, and Valerie is a disgruntled, struggling artist who just wants Andy Warhol to produce her script.
Andy Warhol is Evan Peters, of grade. (Dear lord, he'southward PERFECT.)
"Oh Valerie. You know women can't exist serious artists," he says. And if y'all know annihilation about history (or if you lot accidentally spoiled yourself by reading the Wikipedia entry for "Valerie Solanas" immediately before this episode, like I did), you lot know what comes next. Valerie returns with a loaded gun and fires it three times in Andy Warhol's direction — and on the last shot, she connects.
"Suck my dick, Warhol!" she crows.
Roll credits, and now we're back to the present and the aftermath of Kai'south shooting — which has had exactly the desired event: Kai is famous nationwide, wins city quango in a landslide, and celebrates at an intimate slumber party with his disciples and a sheet cake…yep, but kidding. Really, he shuts out all the women who helped him succeed and fills his house with a coterie of alt-right guys in chambray shirts and Hitler youth haircuts who snicker whenever Beverly walks into a room. A shift has occurred — and Beverly knows it.
Fortunately, Beverly and the other cult women have a new ally: Bebe Babbit (Frances Conroy! FINALLY!), a cigar-smoking radical feminist with a Bettie Page haircut. She knows all well-nigh the cult — 'cause she used to be in one, back in the belatedly 1960s when she was Valerie Solanas' lover.
"The bullets she put in Andy Warhol were the first shots of a revolution," Bebe says.
Flashback again to 1967: Bebe is a young hottie, high on the SCUM manifesto, hanging out in hotel rooms with a dozen other Solanas stans. Valerie has penned her famous anti-male screed, but now it's time for action; when she shoots Andy Warhol, it's a sign to her followers to kickoff their ain massacre…which would be chilling if it weren't so danged silly.
"We WERE THE ZODIAC," says Bebe.
Yep, that'due south right! The Zodiac Killer was actually x radfems in homemade cloaks, who perpetrated the infamous unsolved murders that rocked the Bay Area back in the late '60s and early '70s. The action stops in a few familiar settings, including at a lakeside picnic where the couple is brutally stabbed to decease (side note: Twisty the Clown did it better), but then tragedy strikes: The Zodiac starts sending ciphers — which is not an approved part of the plan.
Turns out, one of the ii male "Turds" in Solanas' cult wanted to have credit for all her hard work, because patriarchy, obviously. And while that guy gets his comeuppance (egregious donger-stabbing scene, check; fifty-fifty more than egregious jump-cut to a constabulary officer finding his severed genitals stuffed in the mouth of his severed head, besides check), information technology sends Valerie Solanas downward the road into madness (seen in a montage that goes on too long, merely Dunham'due south performance makes it worthwhile). In the end, Valerie dies solitary, used, and misunderstood, with no one for company merely the ghost of Andy Warhol, who sabotages her typewriter and calls her fat.
"Like Meadow," says Winter.
"We have to strike back," says Beverly. "And this fourth dimension, nosotros won't miss."
Thus begins a game of cat and mouse, simply it's hard to know who's who. Back at the Anderson business firm, Winter finds Kai having a confab with their parents' corpses. "The crown is heavy, Winter," he says, and then springs a surprise: He wants to know most the SCUM manifesto, which he establish in her room. Wintertime does her best to stay a step ahead of her blood brother, just the whole conversation feels similar a test. And when Kai says that he's because his own acronym — MLWB, for "Men Pb, Women Bleed" — Wintertime flinches a picayune too hard, and believes a little too eagerly when Kai says that information technology was Harrison's idea.
And considering the cult members are dropping like flies (give thanks god for all Kai'due south alt-righters; perchance they can impale some of them side by side time instead of the core bandage?), the women take the allurement, luring Harrison to the Abattoir. Kickoff they question him; then they kill him; and and so, of grade, Beverly reports from the scene where his disembodied bits accept just been discovered.
"Clearly the hope of police and order is not being kept," she grins into the camera, as Kai watches impassively on the burrow in his basement. The circulate ends. Kai leans forward.
"They're at their best when they're angry," he says. "Don't you think?"
Bebe Babbit takes a long pull on her cigar — the phallic symbolism of which should really accept tipped us all off that something wasn't quite correct hither, eh?
"Aren't we all," she says.
AMERICAN HORROR STORY, (from left): Evan Peters, Jessica Lange, Frances Conroy, 'Home Invasion', (Se
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