BIG PILE OF BLOW: I suppose we ought to talk about the
Entourage finale, a show which remains,
as Isaac wrote two years ago, "SATC with guys instead of women, less sentimentality, and modestly more plot. In other words, instead of being a gay man's fantasy about what it's like to be a fabulous woman in NY, it's an adolescent guy's fantasy about what it's like to be hip in LA."
And in a fantasy, there are no consequences. Over the course of the last season or two, Vincent Chase has lost
Aquaman 2, the Ramones movie, the Edith Wharton movie and
Lost in the Clouds, on which he could've worked with Curtis Hanson
. And
Medellín (surprise!) looks like a
disaster. Still, even after having pissed away a $75M distribution deal and being stuck with Billy Walsh on his next film, there's no reason to believe anything in his life will be less than copacetic.
This was a lousy season of television, with every new character -- Yair Marx, Harvey Wein
steingard and Still More Billy Walsh -- just adding to the suck. They're not interesting characters, and they don't make for a funny or interesting program. Give me a season with Drama ascendant and Vincent struggling. Bring back Turtle's Sneaker Girl. Anything but more of the same.
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