There's a rule I used to strictly abide by when I was a wrestling fan. Never shell out cash to watch the last match before the pay per view. It's always pointless set-up. It has to be. I understand that, but damn does it get freakin' annoying.
I've danced in and out of talking about the aliens sub plot involving Kit Walker (Evan Peters) and the babies the aliens helped create with the wife he thought dead and the girl he fell in love with while locked up at the asylum. There were two reasons for this. The first was I didn't, and still don't, believe that the show is going to bring some sort of satisfying conclusion to the plotline. With one episode left, we still have little to no information about what exactly these alien doctors did to Kit's new polygamous family.
That's only half of it, though. Honestly, though I detested Evan Peters in the first season of American Horror Story, literally could not stand to watch any scene he was in, he is the best thing about Asylum. I don't mean his tale is the most compelling or even that his performance outdoes all the others. I mean that he is a consistently bright spot in a land ever-filled with darkness.
He is the embodiment of a man that does the right thing. He loves a black woman at a time when miscegenation laws were in the process of being struck down. He stands against every threat with perfect strength. Once he's thrown into Briarcliff his moral compass never leaves him. Even after his release when he finds himself the father of two different children by two different women he does nothing but embrace the situation with love and affection all the while planning to participate in civil rights marches in the area.
In short, he is a ridiculously good person, and has served as the stable center of the show throughout the season. He is the heart of everything, and I really hoped that if I kind of left him alone and only looked at him from the corner of my critical eye then maybe, just maybe, everything would work out for him if no one else.
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That was a hope in vain, and the opening scene where we see him covered in blood with an axe on his lap telling his son in the next room that he'll be there in a minute feels almost like a betrayal. Even afterwards, when it's revealed that Kit is no killer, he continues his quest for goodness with the same single-minded purpose he always has displayed.
He is the show's Job. People paint that as a contest between God and The Devil, but that gives God way too much credit. The Devil shits on Job the way Asylum rains down a shower of poo and pain on Kit. God doesn't actually do anything in the contest, just continues to exist. So does Kit. He fights on while every moment of happiness he acquires is stolen from him in madness and murder.
Frankly, the torture of Kit feels as pointless as the torture of Job. Can this show not allow one person to escape? Does every soul have to bleed to death? I know this is horror and all, but even Pinhead let people go every once in a while.
There's much else going on before the final pull, and that may be the cruelest trick of all on poor Kit. His suffering stands only as filler while the pertinent plot points are nailed into place for the rest of the cast. His story is one of senseless loss, with no hope in sight. It's just... mean. That's what it is. Mean.