It is upon us! He hath returned!
For those of you who watched “American Horror Story” last season, you were no doubt, as I was, completely enthralledembarrassedamused by Ben Harmon, the greatestworstbest character in the history of television, who reached amazingterriblefancy levels of awfulness at his chosen profession, fatherhood, husbandhood, affair-having and general common sense. But he had one very important skill: tearjerking.
With his return to the program tomorrow night, where he will presumably play (totally probable speculative spoiler alert) the product of this whole situation and the future/present (totally probable speculative spoiler alert) this whole situation.
But, for the moment, let’s look back—not forward—at Ben Harmon. More like American Hero Story.
Oh, and needless to say, here be spoilers.
We love Ben Harmon because…
He’s a caring and nurturing psychiatrist.
He sees the bright side of having a dead daughter.
In fact, he really is all about the silver linings of death.
He’s nothing if not observant.
That’s why he can’t have a cupcake.
No worries, Constance, he’ll just have a banana.
His towel-fighting skills are most impressive.
But his mistress-murder-stopping skills are not.
Call it tearjerking, call it crysturbating, whatever you want. Regardless, he goes through a lot of tissues.
And, above all else, he makes fifty look GOOD.
Welcome back, Benny.