The Anniversary of John Logan’s Shame
It slipped past me, I admit. I was sick for a good week and a half with the worst allergies I’ve ever experienced (I blame global warming) and then I was traveling–and yes, there was some overlap, which resulted in me trying to conduct an interview with no voice whatsoever, which was an interesting experience–so I didn’t realize it at first. I didn’t mark the occasion until afterwards. It has been one year now since the airing of that fateful last episode of PENNY DREADFUL. One year since we diehard fans got sucker-punched by the two words in white type that appeared at the end of what we all expected to be the third season finale: THE END. We couldn’t quite believe it. There were so many dangling plotlines, so much left unresolved. It had felt so rushed, so unplanned.
The insult followed the injury. Series creator John Logan announced that it had always been planned that way, that he’d intended it all along. I couldn’t sit still for that. It was bullshit. It was a blatant lie. It didn’t take much digging on my part to uncover evidence, I daresay incontrovertible evidence, that Logan was lying. I don’t know WHY he was lying. Only he would know that. I called him on it. I “outted” him. I got a lot more press coverage than I even realized at the time. I had a few crybabies telling me to lay off the guy, that I was being too hard on him. I had a far larger number of fans thanking me for exposing the truth, encouraging me to keep after him. They wanted the guy’s skin nailed to the wall. I heard and I obeyed.
Did Logan ever get wind of my harsh accusations? I don’t know. There’s no reason to think he would’ve cared if he did. But I felt better, and not a few of the Dreadfuls, as faithful followers of the series are called, felt better too. They told me so. A year later, I stand by every word I typed. I accuse John Logan of lying through his teeth to his fans. Sure, now we have the excellent PENNY DREADFUL comic book and the story IS continuing, in a different way, but it doesn’t make the slight any less bitter. On this, the anniversary of your crime, I say to you, Mr. Logan, shame on you. Shame!