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Fact incoming: American Horror Story’s 10th season was – and we can’t imagine anyone will disagree with this – the weakest entry in the horror anthology’s history. While the first part of the season, Red Tide, received rave reviews from critics and was hailed as a return to form for the franchise, its abrupt, nonsensical ending and the entirety of Death Valley, its god-awful second half, were slated by long-time viewers. 

Had the Ryan Murphy creation finally lost what made the first few seasons – particularly the Jessica Lange-led Murder House and Asylum – must-watch television in the horror genre and a pop culture giant? While viewers tend to obsess over the potential themes and returning cast members for new seasons, the announcement of season 11 marked the first time American Horror Story felt like a… non-factor? (Doesn’t help that promo has been non-existent.) 

Subtitled NYC, the new instalment takes place in the 1980s and chronicles a series of murders plaguing the gay community. Following the premiere of its first two episodes in the US (a UK date has yet to be confirmed), we reflect on the positives and negatives of NYC (so far).