ON a Tuesday...
Or so twas said of a weekday not being so tedious with the advent of a small army of vamps ready to suck the blood of our protagonists, new and old.
So the final fight came and went, hardly even worth the time. It was far too quick and unimpressive. The saddest thing is the show finally took the darkest turn with bodies strewn about on meat hooks with nothing to cover their rotting modesty, and the England from real penny dreadfuls was made real; with sinister fog upon the soot, brick and steel.
Penny Dreadful was a great series that could have accomplished far more with additional episodes in each season, and the way it stretched things out with both fluff and fulfilling flare, there should have been a 4th season to properly air things out. Alas, tis called Penny Dreadful for a reason. Like an M. Night Shyamalan tale, the twist is foreshadowed, and oh what an enjoyable story was here finally ended; the inevitable truth of it all fully illuminated, as I should have guessed from the start considering the shows name. Even years after most of our protagonists would have died, their memories and nature would be remembered by 4 immortals: the two living dead monsters of Frankenstein, Dracula, and Dorian Grey ( my fav). Yet the imagination must slake its own wanderlust, envisioning what might have been in dreams of fancy. What could have been with just one more episode to show what the future would hold, a final tale to tell, a last chapter to unfold. Jekyll was not as promising either, no transformation. Nothing. But at the last there was a haunting song from a celtic lass, as Lily once recounted as being the most sonorous and enchanting thing to ever be heard. And a grim poem to close the curtains with on it all; with both my love and hate. * shakes fist at John Logan*
Or so twas said of a weekday not being so tedious with the advent of a small army of vamps ready to suck the blood of our protagonists, new and old.
So the final fight came and went, hardly even worth the time. It was far too quick and unimpressive. The saddest thing is the show finally took the darkest turn with bodies strewn about on meat hooks with nothing to cover their rotting modesty, and the England from real penny dreadfuls was made real; with sinister fog upon the soot, brick and steel.
Penny Dreadful was a great series that could have accomplished far more with additional episodes in each season, and the way it stretched things out with both fluff and fulfilling flare, there should have been a 4th season to properly air things out. Alas, tis called Penny Dreadful for a reason. Like an M. Night Shyamalan tale, the twist is foreshadowed, and oh what an enjoyable story was here finally ended; the inevitable truth of it all fully illuminated, as I should have guessed from the start considering the shows name. Even years after most of our protagonists would have died, their memories and nature would be remembered by 4 immortals: the two living dead monsters of Frankenstein, Dracula, and Dorian Grey ( my fav). Yet the imagination must slake its own wanderlust, envisioning what might have been in dreams of fancy. What could have been with just one more episode to show what the future would hold, a final tale to tell, a last chapter to unfold. Jekyll was not as promising either, no transformation. Nothing. But at the last there was a haunting song from a celtic lass, as Lily once recounted as being the most sonorous and enchanting thing to ever be heard. And a grim poem to close the curtains with on it all; with both my love and hate. * shakes fist at John Logan*