American Horror Story preys on intrigue like vampires prey on virginal ingénues, and this year, creator Ryan Murphy sank his teeth into our necks early. Instead of spelling out Season 6's theme and watching the internet's imaginative gears turn, the TV magnate kept the new anthology installment shrouded in secrecy, dropping a series of disconnected trailers like puzzle pieces on the floor. The Zodiac Killer sent clearer messages, frankly.
Now, with the premiere of the new season, we finally have an answer to the mystery: Season 6 is officially American Horror Story: My Roanoke Nightmare. Which clears up just about nothing. Though the first episode was chock-full of clues, it provided few answers. But as the old adage goes: the devil is in the details.
To recap: My Roanoke Nightmare shifts the format of the entire series. Shelby (Lily Rabe) and Matt (André Holland) are a couple who moved into an 18th-century home in the middle of Creeptown, USA, a.k.a. Roanoke, North Carolina, only to find themselves victims of hillbilly torment, Biblical plague, ghost infestation, and a Blair Witchian craft enthusiast. Run-of-the-mill fodder for American Horror Story, except that Murphy and his collaborator Brad Falchuk compose the story like a lesser version of their American Crime Story series.