So what is unexpected and unpredictable--often not what we get from a slasher film or the genre, except from the twists at the end which didn't always leave a good taste--can be quite welcome when it comes to the slasher genre. In AHS: 1984, Murphy and Falchuk threw some wild curve balls at us. Grossman's Margaret Booth very casually and strategically (and rather surreally) sitting serial killer, Richard Ramirez, down on her cabin couch, talking to him about "God and trauma", even listening to him speak of a back story about a rotten father, having seizures, and getting hit in the head with a swing seat (not to mention, his uncle shooting his mom), while eventually convincing him (it would appear) to go out and stop Mr. Jingles was not at all what I was anticipating. But if that wasn't enough, you had Cody Fern's Xavier, the aerobics instructor, confronted by a male homosexual porn producer who threatened him on the phone, following him to the summer camp. Thr...