There’s something bittersweet about the current pop-culture moment: Penny Dreadful, the brooding, lushly Gothic series we devoured, is off the air and yet its spirit feels more alive than ever. With the recent casting of Eva Green (the luminous star of Penny Dreadful) as Aunt Ophelia in Netflix’s Wednesday and Guillermo del Toro’s long-gestating Frankenstein finally out in the world, it’s a good time to revisit why we still miss Penny Dreadful.
So here’s 5 reasons why we miss the Showtime series.
Penny Dreadful masterfully blended horror, romance, and psychological depth into something uniquely Gothic and sumptuous. It was never just about monsters or scares. It felt like a dark 19th-century tapestry of souls, sin, and longing. As Wired once noted, the show defied genre definition, calling it horror seemed reductive.
Whether it was Vanessa’s despairing beauty, Ethan’s haunted gunslinger stoicism, or Frankenstein-like ambition reimagined, the show created a mood: smoky opium dens, mist-shrouded London alleys, wrought-iron gates, decaying mansions. It was seductive.
What made Penny Dreadful especially compelling was the way it wove in the great horror and Gothic works of 19th-century literature like Dracula, Jekyll & Hyde, Dorian Gray, and yes, Frankenstein.
These weren’t casual Easter eggs. The show used that mythology as building blocks for new stories about grief, identity, desire, and resurrection. It asked: what does it mean to be human? Especially when humanity is fractured, monster and man fighting within the same chest?

Unlike many modern horror series, Penny Dreadful didn’t rely only on shock value. Its greatest strength was character — morally ambiguous, wounded, beautiful, tragic. Vanessa on a quest for freedom and identity, Ethan carrying his past across continents, Frankenstein’s grotesque and tortured genius. Their arcs felt earned. We invested in them. We mourned them. We saw ourselves in their longing and their monsters.
Penny Dreadful took risks. It was erotic, violent, philosophical. It wasn’t afraid to linger on pain or beauty, even when it was uncomfortable. The series trusted its audience to handle complexity, grief, sexuality, addiction, madness and without spoon-feeding. It became high Gothic art on the small screen — something we don’t see enough of anymore.

When Penny Dreadful ended, it left a vacuum in the genre. There hasn’t really been another show that matched its ambition or mood. For lovers of slow, atmospheric horror, the kind that lingers long after the credits roll, there simply hasn’t been a true spiritual successor….well aside from Lovecraft Country of course.
Between Eva Green’s return in Wednesday and del Toro’s Frankenstein landing on Netflix, we’re in the middle of a quiet renaissance of gothic horror and made-for-adults darkness.
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