The Premise: After Vivien Harmon (Connie Britton) first has a horrific miscarriage and later walks in on her psychiatrist husband Ben (Dylan McDermott) having sex with one of his students, they move cross-country to Los Angeles, teenage daughter in tow, to start over. They find a romantically gloomy, Tiffany-accented 1920s house, which they get at a steal because the previous owners died in a murder-suicide. (The house, we learn in an introductory flashback, has a history of this sort of thing.) They meet the neighbors, including a catty Virginia-bred diva (Jessica Lange) and her daughter, who has Down Syndrome and an awkward habit of accurately predicting deaths. They also hire on the previous housekeeper (Frances Conroy), who is a proper elderly lady. Or she’s a horny, gorgeous young woman. Or both. It’s not entirely clear; as the Harmons adjust and try to deal with their trust issues, they also begin to experience unsettling, disorienting visions. Also, their troubled teen daughter—a cutter, who’s has trouble fitting in at every school she’s been to—befriends one of Ben’s young patients, who may be a psychopath. Or worse. Also, there is something in the basement, and the dog does not like it. The show comes from Glee’s Brad Falchuk and Ryan Murphy, but nobody has much to sing about.

Do they mean American horror like American economy? Kind of broken and unimpressive?

….huh?

So…when does it get creepy?

You’re trying too hard, FX.