Well, I guess it can't be rainbows and colostrum every week. This episode skipped a lot of the usual camp fun in favor of some goth shenanigans and serious carnage. Things got off to a gory start with poor Grace, who is having a seriously heavy flow day in the infirmary. The nuns start CPR, and the actual angel of death appears, which is pretty sweet because HOORAY! It's Frances Conroy. Oh, how I missed her dulcet, milky eyes.
Of course, Ryan Murphy's harbinger of doom would have perfect cat-eye liner and a sassy pillbox hat and kiss you on the mouth. I think all of us agree that if menopausal women start doing the steampunk thing, we'll wish for death as well. But Grace isn't quite ready to die yet, so Death flies off to do other stuff.
Up in Dr. Arden's lab, Sister Mary Eunice accuses him of scooping out all of Grace's girl parts. He denies trying to sterilize anybody and he slaps her, like you do when you're annoyed. But he's messed with the wrong possessed nun, because she telekinetically sends him flying across the room. Proportionate responses, from everybody.
Down in the kitchen, a schizophrenic named Miles is hanging out with a nun using a meat slicer. Well, this'll go well. Hope everybody is enjoying some salsa or a nice bolognese. Miles chip-chops his wrists and writes a name in ancient Aramaic in his blood. Just a typical day at Quizno's. Read More...