And after I saw the episode, I thought, what a shame. Like, ten people in America will see that, and people in LA should be bending over ass-backwards giving Combs his own series on HBO or Showtime, but nothing will come of this. No one will remember this.
Well, I was a little right, but I'm happy to say, I was a little wrong.
I wouldn't have known about this (who knew I should be Googling Mr. Combs?), except Mike Mignola over on Facebook wouldn't shut the fuck up about it, about what a great performance it was (it's been extended several times, including through December). Despite my jealous hissy-fit of rage, thank you, Mr. Mignola. And I realize it's kind of a long-shot, but I'm praying to every Elder God in the universe that Combs takes this to Manhattan next year, or at the least, that someone films it, so I can see it someday. So to you Combs fans on this f-list, this is a heads-up. In the meantime, I suggest you get your hands on a copy of "The Black Cat". Never mind the shitty plot. Just sit back and watch an under-appreciated artist at the absolute top of his game.