The most horrific thing about this story from Del Toro's Cabinet of Curiosities is Crispin Glover's Boston accent: it's like half-a-dozen different accents rolled into one, but none of them from New England.
Everything else about the episode is utterly unremarkable - I fought to stay awake during this tedious tale of an artist whose paintings cause... madness? I'm not entirely sure. The pace was so slow and the events so unengaging that I found it a struggle to care about what was happening (I always have that problem when my brain is trying to shut down and my eyelids are drooping).
In short, this one is boring. Skip it unless you're determined to watch the entire series.
Everything else about the episode is utterly unremarkable - I fought to stay awake during this tedious tale of an artist whose paintings cause... madness? I'm not entirely sure. The pace was so slow and the events so unengaging that I found it a struggle to care about what was happening (I always have that problem when my brain is trying to shut down and my eyelids are drooping).
In short, this one is boring. Skip it unless you're determined to watch the entire series.