Penny Dreadful
It’s like Bram Stoker’s Dracula (Coppola’s) went to Lord Byron’s, met Mary Shelley (author, not movie) and Percy Bysshe, Tennyson (on a dark day without his sometimes optimism), and Coleridge at an orgy (at Byron’s, of course), producing Penny Dreadful as some sort of inhuman love-child. Totally right up Byron’s alley. Like anything wasn’t … ever.
Now, where’s my skull-cap goblet?
Like This Meets That: 'Y'know, it's like Star Wars meets Casablanca...' 