Okay, Fine, American Horror Story. You Win.

As shocking and disturbing and upsetting as American Horror Story has been this season, it took a musical number in the day room at Briarcliff to really unsettle me. There have been a lot "oh shit!" moments, a lot of "did they just say/do/show that?" moments, but Sister Jude's rendition of "The Name Game", complete with impromptu dance party, is what should be a moment of sunshine in an otherwise bleak existence, except since it's all going on in Jude's head, instead it feels weird and manic and brittle in a way that isn't shocking, per se, just deeply uneasy. I continue to be impressed.