Unmasking the devil in designer suits: what ‘Sean Combs: The Reckoning’ exposes

Bernelee Vollmer|Published

'Sean Combs: The Reckoning' exposes the mogul’s alleged greed, manipulation and obsession with power and control.

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If you thought the Sean "Diddy" Combs saga couldn’t get any worse, honey, think again. I just finished the latest Netflix docuseries, "Sean Combs: The Reckoning", and let me tell you, I’m convinced he is the literal devil.

From the get-go, we see him panicked, the kind of panic that makes your stomach knot. You see the fear in his eyes, but of course, he’s still trying to flex that “I’m the coolest, most powerful man in the room” energy.

And that’s exactly what makes this whole thing terrifying.

I mean, I’ve always known Hollywood is a little (okay, a lot) off. Humans aren’t supposed to be worshipped like gods. But this? This gave me a crystal-clear view of just how dark the story really is.

And 50 Cent unlocked every door that had been closed in our brains. Finally, some answers, even if Diddy and his weird mother want to deny it.

The series gives us a deep dive into where it all began: the clear lines between Diddy, The Notorious B.I.G. (Biggie Smalls) and Tupac Amaru Shakur, and how Diddy manoeuvred himself into a world of fame he technically didn’t have the talent for.

Let’s be real, the man couldn’t rap his way out of a paper bag. His only real “skill” was dancing like a toddler, yet somehow he always wanted to be on top. The “top dawg”, the king of power. And when you’re hungry for power like Diddy? You’ll do anything. And I mean anything, even allegedly killing others to get there.

He didn’t have the natural talent Tupac and Biggie had, so he talked, wiggled, and manipulated his way onto the scene. Suddenly, he was the guy artists wanted to impress. Hungry for fame, hungry for attention, and allegedly, hungry for everything he could steal.

The documentary hints at Diddy being responsible for Biggie's death.

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While he got far and made money, he didn’t actually pay his artists. He dangled it like a bone, keeping people desperate, loyal, and under his thumb. The greed and power were unreal.

The doccie even shows us his childhood; apparently, his dad was a “gangster” type, and Diddy aspired to that life too. He didn’t start as a druggy or drunk; he got all his early deals sober-minded. But eventually he became dependent, probably to fuel his dark deeds.

There’s footage of him and ex-girlfriend Cassie Ventura taking ecstasy and having sex for days straight. It’s wild and consistent with the person he’s been: controlling, manipulative and terrifyingly calculated.

Through on-camera allegations, viewers hear from a male escort who claims he was hired during the height of their relationship, and what he describes is nothing short of chilling.

According to his account, the encounters were not consensual in the way the public was led to believe. He alleges that Diddy controlled the environment, dictated the sexual acts, and used Ventura’s vulnerability as a tool. At one point, the escort claims he was even asked to provide semen in a cup for Ventura to drink.

He frames these moments not as fantasy, but as acts performed under Diddy’s direction, behind closed doors.

What stood out most was Diddy's consistency. It doesn’t matter if it’s an assistant he’s sexually assaulting, a producer he’s threatening, a male or female artist - the pattern is the same.

He wants everyone to see his power, even in intimate situations. If someone’s performing oral sex on him, he’ll make sure someone else walks in. The ego feeding the monster is relentless. He makes grown men cry. He makes women fear him. And the world? Often too scared to call him out.

The allegations are so overwhelming that it’s hard to wrap your head around all of them. He controlled people with money. Jealous of his artists, secretly wishing he had the talent they did. The loudest person in the room is often the most insecure, and Diddy proves that very clearly.

As long as he was climbing, being famous, moving up in the world, he didn’t care who he trampled.

Four episodes barely scratch the surface. I need more. More victims, more stories, more receipts. Who else was involved? What about the parties with all the celebrities? What about the people whose lives were wrecked in the shadows? There’s so much more than what meets the eye.

If you thought this saga was messy before, buckle up. This is the real reckoning.

Rating: **** a standout docuseries with exceptional qualities.