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Jeffrey Combs is the shiznit

Back in fall of 2006, that odious series "Masters of Horror" pooped out a second season of largely horrific (in the bad way) episodes featuring the usual lame-ass vampire/killer-klown/suburban hell/insane immortal 18th century Masonic cannibal-president cabals I've seen a million times before. Ok, well, that last one wasn't something I've seen before, but the producers, writers and directors managed to pound the spark out of even the most faintly original ideas. The one singular exception to all that mess was Jeffrey Comb's stupendous performance as Edgar Allan Poe in "The Black Cat". Oh, don't get me wrong - the script was horrific. The writers took a little of every single one of Poe's most famous works, and mashed it into one bluberous, 70's-style casserole of a story. But Combs? He fucking nailed Poe. I've never seen anything like it. I knew he was a good actor, and I've always secretly felt that he could be a great actor, given the right material. Well, this wasn't even mediocre material, but Comb's took that shit and completely transcended it. He was Poe. That's all there is to it. He WAS Edgar Allan Poe. It was fucking magnificent.

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.

Marine Autumn

I owe you marine autumn
With dankness at its roots
and fog like a grape
and the graceful sun of the country;
and the silent space
in which sorrows lose themselves
and only the bright crown
of joy comes to the surface.

--Pablo Neruda.

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