BELATED: (I don't know if we need a spoiler alert for a show that aired a week ago and emphatically telegraphs its supposed plot twists, but people seem to get testy about these things, so: spoiler alert - Entourage.) Tonight was the first night that caused me to remember something about which I should give thanks: by virtue of the short HBO season, I am no longer compelled by habit to watch that fable of unrelentingly undeserved success, Entourage. Not since the days of Sex and the City and torture-porn pioneer The Comeback have I so faithfully and joylessly followed a group of characters for whom I have such unmitigated loathing. And now I get hopefully the better part of a year off before I have to endure Vinny Chase defiling Fitzgerald.
But while I'm thinking about it: in this show's mythology, shouldn't Chase be playing Gatsby, except that at the end Gatsy keeps Daisy and maybe her hot cousins also join them at the mansion? Even accepting everything the show tells us is true, Vincent Chase as Nick Carraway seems like abnormally nonsensical casting.
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