I liked Lady Gaga, sure. And it is fun seeing actors like Denis O’Hare and Chloë Sevigny goofing around on TV. And Matt Bomer is cute, as is Evan Peters, and the long list of same-y white guys who’ve been dragooned into this debacle. But it’s just not enough. The wildly unnecessary rape aside, last night’s episode was astoundingly bad, jumping erratically between about nine different plot threads, arbitrarily slowing down and speeding up in such a way that it was impossible to stay focused on whatever the hell was happening. And why should we care about any of this stuff, any of these people, anyway? American Horror Story is cheap, poseur nihilism masquerading as risqué taboo flouting. It’s a joke, one we’ve heard too many times and has been told far better elsewhere.