OK, the Serial Killer on American Horror Story: Hotel Has to Be…

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American Horror Story’s Very Sexy, Very Nude Breakout Star.

Countess Elizabeth, the stunning vampire played with surprising skill by Lady Gaga on American Horror Story: Hotel, knows a thing or two about heartbreak. However, the basement procedure didn’t exactly go as planned, on account of the fact that Lady Gaga was already infected with her fauxpire disease; her pregnancy, though only in its third week, looked more like it was in its 27th week; and the fact that once removed from Lady Gaga’s womb, the fetus remained alive.Broadway vet Cheyenne Jackson talks his AHS: Hotel’nude scenes, his blossoming friendship with co-star Lady Gaga (heard of her?), and being 40, sober, and happy. No, it’s that the Countess herself, ice-cold and in control throughout the decades of her immortal existence, knows what it’s like to have loved and lost. This week’s episode dives deep into the back story of Gaga’s vicious vamp, going all the way back to the 1920s to explore her love affair with the god-like movie star Rudy Valentino, played by Finn Witrock — his second character of the season, having already lived and died as Zoolander-ish male model Tristan.

Elizabeth found herself entangled in a three-way romance with Rudy and his wife Natasha, the mouse to their cats, the main entree on their dining room table. But when Rudy seemingly died in New York, Elizabeth was pushed into the depths of despair, manifested in the form of murderous hotelier James March (Evan Peters).

Which is good.” The fifth iteration of Ryan Murphy’s stylishly spooky horror anthology is practically cluttered with Big-Name Stars including Kathy Bates, Wes Bentley, Matt Bomer, Angela Bassett, and a pop diva making her acting debut who you may have heard of: Lady Gaga. And for Cheyenne Jackson, it’s the biggest and richest mainstream showcase he’s gotten yet, coming after years of treading the boards as one of Broadway’s go-to hunks and making a splash in supporting roles in 30 Rock and Behind the Candelabra. Plus, it’s coming just as the dashing actor turns 40, too. (Not that he looks it, as anyone who saw his, um, impressive nude scene in last week’s episode can attest to.) “It’s pretty major,” he says, almost like he’s talking himself into believing that he’s part of the show, which thus far has included multiple blood-soaked orgies, more gruesome murders than could feasibly be kept track of, and a scene in which that guy who plays Schmidt on New Girl (Max Greenfield) gets sodomized by a goblin with a conical drill bit as a dick. “I’ve done some cool stuff with some cool people, but walking on that set the first day and having my first scene be with Kathy Bates—this is what you dream of as an actor,” he goes on. “You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a daunting, exhilarating, make-or-break moment.” While strutting into the halls of American Horror Story’s fictional Hotel Cortez as the debonair Will Drake to introduce himself to Lady Gaga’s The Countess certainly is the suavest thing Jackson has done thus far on screen—and a love scene with the pop star that ended with his rump in full, glorious, uninterrupted view certainly the most naked—TV fans might best recognize Jackson from his role on 30 Rock, where he played Danny, the TGS cast member from Canada with trouble understanding sarcasm and a singing voice so beautiful it gave Jane Krakowski’s Jenna Maroney a jealousy-induced nosebleed. But even before Tina Fey took a chance on him, the musical theater community was well aware of Jackson and his talents, with the Washington native having starred in a hilariously diverse range of productions, from the Elvis jukebox musical All Shook Up to the entirely roller-skated production of Xanadu (yes, based on the 1980 Olivia Newton-John cult film).

So they are having the sexytimes and afterwards, Liz Taylor gives Tristan an Oscar Wilde book, which Tristan accepts graciously, as no one has ever thought he was smart enough to give a book to before. His transition to screen boasts a solid 40 IMDB credits, but a gig with as much regularity and exposure—clearly a word with double meaning on the butts parade that is American Horror Story—as this has proven elusive thus far. “I’ve been in eight pilots in about eight years that haven’t gone,” Jackson says. However she became a vampire and whatever happened in her afterlife since 1925, Elizabeth is bound for a big shock in the coming weeks now that Rudy and Natasha are free — just as she’s about to embark on an all-new marriage with the Hotel Cortez’s newest proprietor, Will Drake (Cheyenne Jackson). Tristan decides he loves Liz Taylor, WHICH SURE OKAY NEVERMIND THAT THIS WHOLE RELATIONSHIP IS COMING LITERALLY OUT OF NOWHERE, and wonders how he can enjoy sex with Liz Taylor so much since he’s not Teh Gay.

It’s a frustrating and humbling track record for any actor, but particularly in this case, considering the amount of buzz and sight-unseen expectation for some of the projects he had been attached to. There was 2012’s Mockingbird Lane, for example, a reboot of sorts of The Munsters by Bryan Fuller, the visionary behind critical gems Pushing Daisies and Hannibal. More and more, the evidence suggesting that he’s the very same Ten Commandments Killer he’s looking for becomes staggering with every episode, and this week is no exception. Lowe, at the behest of his secretly-vamped-up and soon-to-be-ex wife Alex (Chloë Sevigny), checks into a hospital to seek treatment for his hallucinations. But Liz Taylor has some weird, misplaced faith in Lady Gaga’s forgiveness despite having worked for her for 20 years, and insists that if Lady Gaga just sees them together, she’ll understand.

Maybe the biggest disappointment was Jackson’s most recent collaboration with Murphy, on a series for HBO titled Open, which was set to explore our culture’s ever-evolving relationship with sexuality, monogamy, and intimacy. She promises to identify the killer for Lowe, in exchange for her freedom from the hospital, but she doubles back on her promise in the most extreme way possible — by throwing herself in front of a moving truck. The way the girl speaks to Lowe, and the way she dies to end her own suffering as well as preserve the secret of the killer she admires, all but spells out that our protagonist and unseen antagonist are the same man. I’m kissing her hand now.’ And then she laughs as if, ‘I’m not going to make you kiss my hand.’ And then we hugged.” He asked her what she would like him to call her, and she said Stefani. (Lady Gaga’s real name is Stefani Germanotta.) And she’s been Stefani ever since. “She really is so just Stefani on set,” Jackson raves. “Prepared, and real, and cool. She reminds me of all my Broadway girls.” The shocking three-minute orgy that highlighted the Hotel premiere last month, it turns out, was just a hint at the ramped up sex and gore that has colored the season so far.

Chloë takes him down to the pool herself to show him that there’s nothing there, and John is like, “uhhhhhh….” Elsewhere, Lady Gaga puts on a white ballgown and heads into room 33 which apparently is a nursery for Murder House Baby. If he trusts me enough to do this he must see something in me that maybe I don’t totally see, but I’m just going to go with it.” There’s a remarkable amount of happiness in Jackson’s voice as we discuss this stage of his career.

Three years ago, Jackson made the decision to be sober. “It’s made everything better, every possible thing,” he says. “In terms of performing, I feel so much more in my body and able to jump into the unknown. But I feel a safety now.” It’s made turning 40 a far more pleasant experience than one might expect, given the typical amount of paranoia that circles the milestone age in Hollywood. “Honestly, 30 was a bigger deal because it was like, shit, I’m not in my twenties anymore,” he says. “My thirties were great, but also I really had to get it together. Donovan then shares with them a story about some woman who slit her wrists in a bathtub on the fifth floor, and whose body was left to rot for months. At first Liz Taylor is all, “You gots to leave,” before immediately changing her mind and confessing everything about how she’s fallen in love with Lady Gaga’s boyfriend.

But John isn’t left alone, as the Swedes appear and are like, “Well, hello, Sailor.” The three go into John’s room where they have nasty ghost sex and roll around in blood, I don’t even know. Chloë means “abducted and turned into a blood-drinking ageless monster.” *So, this story of the woman committing suicide in the hotel only to — somehow — infect the water or whatever is based on a much, much, MUCH creepier true life story from the hotel that this series is partially based on. Even weirder, when they investigated her death, they found mysterious security footage of Lam behaving strangely in an elevator that had stopped working, acting as if she was hiding from someone. I suppose the writers didn’t want to draw too many comparisons to the real case to spare Lam’s family and friends, and avoided the rooftop angle, but I still don’t understand how a body in a single bathtub in a single room could taint the water supply for an entire hotel room floor.

I will accept ghost sex; I will accept immortal fetuses with a bad harelip; I will accept that Liz Taylor and Tristan were in love despite never preveiously having been in the same room together; but I will not accept that the water became tainted from this suicide.

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