I can’t quite figure out how I feel about this season of American Crime Story. Between the constant time-hopping and the glaring difference between Édgar Ramírez and Penélope Cruz’s Italian accents, there’s just something I can’t quite put my finger on which just doesn’t make me completely enamored by the show.
It isn’t that I’m not enjoying it, though – far from it, in fact. The actors are great and the storyline thus far has been pretty compelling; I find myself wanting to punch Darren Criss’s pathologically lying face every time it pops up on my screen (which is a far cry from me swooning every time Blaine appeared in Glee). Gianni Versace’s character, on the other hand, is remarkably endearing, if perhaps a tad saccharine with his constant extolling of the love of family.
Undoubtedly, though, Penélope Cruz’s portrayal of Donatella Versace is (at least so far) the most enjoyable part of the show, both in her snark and grief.
Also, considering this hasn’t actually been much substantiated, it’s quite an interesting move to portray Gianni Versace as having been HIV positive.
Ryan Murphy, who has cracked the code on male celebrity objectification, should be commended yet again for giving us, the viewers, what we really want. Darren Criss walking on the beach in his cut-off jean shorts or dancing around in his pink undies, and Ricky Martin blurrily getting it on with some rando while in his speedo were some of the highlights of this week’s episode.
Although arguably less titillating than last week’s episode, this week’s episode is a great indication that this season of the show promises constant male skin.