Goddamn. William Faulkner, Eudora Welty, V.C. Andrews, and David Lynch — all swirled together, then swigged and spat out in a spray of feminine aguish and bitterness. Some of the most formally mesmerizing TV I’ve seen in ages. A cast that is uniformly at the top of their game. The writing is the weakest element here, I believe, but everything else? God. Damn.