Over the past 11 years, Ryan Murphy has churned out seasons of his "American Horror Story" franchise that proved successful in their ability to elicit a response. "AHS" has made me laugh, it's made me jump, it's even made me cry. In the later part of this summer, there was an episode of the "AHS" spinoff, "American Horror Stories," titled "Milkmaids" that even made me literally puke. But after trudging through 10 rushed episodes of "American Horror Story: NYC," holding on to hope that the finale would make the lackluster episodes leading up to it worthwhile, my response, which I said out loud as the credits rolled, is "Are you f**king kidding me?"
