That person you think you know well — someone in your family, someone in your neighborhood, someone in your bed — maybe you don’t really know them at all.
The creepy realization that, to put it in horror-movie terms, the call is coming from inside the house, has been more and more prominent as of late on television. That understanding therapist on “American Horror Story”? A serial killer. That regular guy from the neighborhood? Chances are he’s been turned into a vampire, a werewolf, a zombie, a meth dealer, a Lannister or a terrorist. Your brother, the demon hunter? Someone removed his soul.
Secrets have always been part of storytelling, but from “Breaking Bad” to “Supernatural” to “Homeland,” television has made a hard turn toward the realm of painfully intimate betrayals in recent years. People who should be close end up turning on each other, and — even scarier — sometimes they have to stand by as a loved one is transformed into an unrecognizable thing.
“The Americans,” a solid spy vehicle for its strong cast, fits right in with this sullied-homefront trend. Maybe mom and dad aren’t necessarily fighting whatever lurking menace threatens the family: Maybe mom and dad are the threat. Continue reading ‘The Americans’ Review: Keri Russell Gets Her Spy On