Review: Penny Dreadful – Seasons 1 thru 3 (by John Logan)


“There are things within a soul that can never be unleashed… They would consume us. We would cease to be, and another would exist in our place, without control, without limits.” — Vanessa Ives

Penny Dreadful remains one of the more distinctive horror dramas of the 2010s, its three-season run on Showtime from 2014 to 2016 offering a rare blend of lush literary homage, character-driven tragedy, and outright Grand Guignol spectacle. Expanding the lens season by season clarifies how the series evolves from a moody, experimental monster mash into a full-blown gothic epic, while also highlighting the structural flaws and uneven pacing that prevent it from being universally accessible, even as standout performances from its ensemble elevate every frame. What emerges is a show that grows richer the more time it spends with its characters—particularly through highlight turns like Eva Green’s ferocious Vanessa Ives, Rory Kinnear’s soul-wrenching Creature, and the magnetic supporting work from Timothy Dalton, Josh Hartnett, and Billie Piper—rewarding patient viewers even as its narrative sometimes strains under the weight of its own ambition.

Season one of Penny Dreadful functions as an origin point and a proof of concept, introducing viewers to a haunted ensemble bound together by secrets, sin, and supernatural forces, with performances that immediately set a bar for emotional and physical intensity. The central plot—Sir Malcolm Murray and Vanessa Ives recruiting American gunslinger Ethan Chandler and tortured scientist Victor Frankenstein to rescue Malcolm’s daughter Mina from a vampiric master—serves less as a conventional quest and more as a framework to explore broken people clinging to purpose, anchored by Timothy Dalton’s commanding Sir Malcolm, whose gravelly authority and haunted eyes convey a lifetime of imperial regrets and paternal failure. Eva Green’s Vanessa is the undeniable highlight here, her ferocious intensity in episodes like Séance and Possession—where glossolalia, contortions, and violent ecstasy erupt—turning demonic outbreaks into raw expressions of guilt, repression, and spiritual crisis, earning her a Golden Globe nomination for a debut season that demands Oscar-level physicality and vulnerability. Josh Hartnett’s Ethan Chandler provides a grounded counterpoint, his brooding sharpshooter evolving from reluctant hero to tormented beast with subtle shifts in posture and gaze that foreshadow his lycanthropic reveal.

The first season also lays the groundwork for the show’s thematic fascination with duality and monstrosity, especially through Harry Treadaway’s brittle Victor Frankenstein—whose twitching desperation humanizes god-like hubris—and Rory Kinnear’s breakout as the Creature, a shambling horror who quickly reveals literate eloquence and bitter pathos, his scarred visage and rumbling baritone making every plea for connection a gut-punch that redefines “monster” from the outset. Season one’s pacing can feel deliberately slow, even theatrical, as it lingers on candlelit rooms, whispered confessions, and philosophical exchanges, and some viewers may find this emphasis on mood over plot progression alienating. Yet that same deliberation allows the show to build a cohesive emotional atmosphere in which every prayer, séance, and bloodletting feels weighted with meaning, amplified by Dalton’s authoritative gravitas and Green’s transcendent torment. Critics generally responded favorably to this opening run, praising these performances and the atmosphere while noting that its heavy tone and self-seriousness would not be to every viewer’s taste.

Season two represents Penny Dreadful at its most confident and cohesive, expanding the mythology while tightening the emotional focus around Vanessa’s confrontation with a coven of witches led by Evelyn Poole, with Helen McCrory’s serpentine Madame Kali emerging as a highlight villain whose purring malice and intimate manipulations steal scenes. By reframing the central antagonist from a shadowy vampire figure to this fully articulated witch—who weaponizes intimacy, religious iconography, and psychological terror—the show raises the stakes, and Green’s Vanessa responds with even greater ferocity, her possession battles now laced with backstory from Patti LuPone’s earthy, heartbreaking Cut-Wife, whose single-episode arc showcases LuPone’s unparalleled ability to blend folk wisdom with maternal ferocity. This season’s central conflict positions Vanessa as the battleground for Lucifer’s desire, giving the main cast a unity of purpose that the first sometimes lacked.

Character work in season two deepens significantly, with Josh Hartnett elevating Ethan into a moral savage whose lupine rampages in No Beast So Fierce blend raw physicality and soul-searching remorse, while Billie Piper’s evolution from fragile Brona Croft to the defiant Lily Frankenstein becomes a revelation—her steely monologues on patriarchal violence delivered with fiery conviction that rivals Green’s intensity. Rory Kinnear’s Creature reaches new pathos pleading for a mate, his rejection scene opposite Treadaway’s increasingly unhinged Victor one of the series’ most devastating showcases of mutual ruin. Reeve Carney’s Dorian Gray adds hedonistic shimmer, though his arc pales next to these powerhouses. Moments like the group’s desperate defense of Sir Malcolm’s home or Ethan’s transformations achieve a rare balance of gore, suspense, and lyrical resolution, with Dalton’s weary patriarch holding the emotional center. Critics frequently cite season two as the show’s peak, with 100% Rotten Tomatoes scores reflecting near-universal praise for these heightened performances and tighter narrative.

Season three is where the series’ strengths and weaknesses collide most dramatically, as it scatters the core ensemble geographically and mythologically while hurtling toward an abrupt conclusion, yet the actors rise to the challenge with career-best work. Eva Green’s Vanessa deepens into despairing isolation, her therapy sessions with Patti LuPone’s returning Dr. Seward (a chilling pivot from folk healer to clinical cutter) and tender courtship by Christian Camargo’s suave Dracula yielding some of her most nuanced work—balancing fragility, resolve, and erotic pull in a finale self-sacrifice that cements her as TV’s ultimate gothic heroine. Josh Hartnett’s Ethan, now grappling with Apache mystic Kaetenay (Wes Studi’s dignified gravitas a welcome addition), delivers visceral Western showdowns that showcase his action-hero chops alongside soulful reckoning. Timothy Dalton’s Sir Malcolm, questing in Zanzibar, brings imperial weariness to poignant closure, his highlight a raw confrontation with past sins.

Standouts continue with Billie Piper’s Lily rallying a feminist uprising, her ideological fire clashing gloriously with Dorian’s jaded ennui in scenes of revolutionary fervor and betrayal that highlight Carney’s subtle decay. Harry Treadaway’s Victor, partnering with Shazad Latif’s oily Jekyll, spirals into ethical abyss with manic precision, while Rory Kinnear’s Creature—rediscovering his identity as John Clare—delivers the series’ most quietly devastating arc, his family reunion a masterclass in restrained grief that rivals Green’s flashier exorcisms for emotional wallop. These performances salvage the fragmented plotting, infusing global detours with humanity even as resolutions feel rushed.

Evaluated across all three seasons, Penny Dreadful delivers a rich, if imperfect, journey elevated by its highlight performances: Green’s transcendent Vanessa as the tormented soul; Kinnear’s Creature as the rejected heart; Dalton’s authoritative patriarch; Hartnett’s brooding beast; Piper’s fiery avenger; and LuPone’s dual folk icons—forming an ensemble that turns gothic pulp into profound tragedy. Season one constructs a dense foundation; season two refines it into peak artistry; season three reaches for epic finality with power even in haste. The end result succeeds more as character-driven gothic poetry than tidy thriller, its actors ensuring unforgettable resonance for horror fans craving depth. In a landscape of sanitized scares, these performances make Penny Dreadful a dark, enduring achievement.

Film Review: The Commuter (dir by Jaume Collet-Sera)


It’s January, which means that it’s time for another silly action movie starring Liam Neeson.  Ever since Taken was first released way back in 2008, Liam has been a regular fixture during the first few months of each new year, either killing terrorists or killing gangsters.  Regardless of the film, he’s always a world-weary guy who loves his family and who has a unique set of skills.  The specific skills may change from film to film but they all pretty much have to do with killing people.

For instance, in the latest Liam Neeson action film, The Commuter, Liam plays Michael MacCauley.  Michael may currently sell life insurance but he used to be a detective with the NYPD.  Judging by some of the things that Michael does over the course of this film, being a detective in New York City apparently requires you to have a set of skills that one would normally associate with James Bond or Jason Bourne.  However, Michael left all of that behind.  Sure, he might still get together with his former partner (Patrick Wilson) for a beer and he still complains about his former captain (Sam Neill).  But Michael’s in the insurance game now.  As he explains it, he’s nearly 60, he’s got a teenage son getting ready for college, and he has two mortgages to pay off.  Michael and his family still haven’t recovered from the recession.  Don’t get him started on Goldman Sachs…

It sure is a good thing that Michael has that good job!

Except, of course, he doesn’t.  One day, Michael arrives at the office, is given a rather weak severance package, and is told that his services will no longer be needed.  Wondering how he’s going to tell his wife and son that their lives are pretty much over, Michael wanders around New York, gets a little drunk, and then eventually boards the train that will take him back home.

Michael is a regular on the train.  As is quickly made clear, he knows all of the other regular commuters, like grizzled old Walt (Jonathan Banks) and neurotic Tony (Andy Nyman).  He’s also still enough of a cop that he notices people who are riding the train for the first time.  For instance, there’s Joanna (Vera Farmiga).  Joanna sits down in front of him and strikes up a conversation.  She asks him what he would do if she told him that there was a bag full of money in one of the air conditioning vents but that, if he takes the money, he’s agreeing to do something for her.  When Joanna gets off at the next stop, Michael checks the vent.  The money’s there and now, so is the task.  Michael has to find and identify one passenger on the train.  If he doesn’t, his family dies…

Even by the standards of a Liam Neeson action film, The Commuter is a deeply silly movie.  However, that very silliness is the key to the film’s appeal.  After getting off to a strong start with a witty montage of Michael repeatedly waking up and leaving for work day-after-day, The Commuter settles down and it seems as if it’s going to be a typical Liam Neeson action film.  However, as the film progresses, things get just more and more bizarre.  Suddenly, Michael is getting into brutal fist fights in empty train cars.  No one in the movie ever seems to care that, every time they see Michael, he’s a little bit more beaten up than he was the last time.  Suddenly, out of nowhere, trains are careening out of control, people are getting shoved in front of buses, and men with snakes tattooed on their neck are giving Michael the side eye.  At one point, Michael nearly gets crushed underneath the train and then has to run and leap to get back on.  You find yourself wondering how a 60 year-old insurance salesman is managing to do all of this.  (The answer, of course, is that he’s Liam Neeson and Liam Neeson can do anything…)

A little over an hour into the film, The Commuter hits an operatic level of silliness, one that will probably never be equaled by any other movie that Liam Neeson ever makes.  If you stop too long to think about any of it, the movie will fall apart.  To be honest, very little of what Michael does make sense but the conspiracy that’s taking advantage of him makes even less sense.  The bad guys are either incredibly stupid or incredibly brilliant, depending on what the story requires from scene to scene.

But no matter!  This is the fourth film that director Jaume Collet-Sera has made with Liam Neeson.  None of their collaborations make much sense but all of them are entertaining as long as you’re willing to sit back, relax, and don’t overthink the logic of what you’re watching.  Much as he did with The Shallows, Collet-Sera makes good use of the film’s limited setting and Neeson is his usual grizzled but charismatic self.  The Commuter is about as silly as can be but it’s an undeniably entertaining thrill ride.