On Sunday the new season of HBO’s “Entourage” comes in like a lamb: a cuddly, fluffy, annoying little lamb. It’s disturbing. Obnoxious “Entourage” looks all sweet, buttoning its jokes up tight and cutting away to broad reaction shots. This makes a fan extremely wary.

And there’s a reason for that wariness, one that’s particular to “Entourage.” In spite of its sustained success, this is not a series you can trust. As a chronicle of hopes fostered and dashed in Hollywood, it seems perpetually ready to stab its loyalists in the back.

And then there’s Jeremy Piven. Honestly, in the off seasons he looks ready to lose it. Can he really continue playing Ari Gold [based on ari emanual], the jerk superagent, without getting delusions and landing in ego-disorder rehab? [uh, hes an actor you idiot] And what about Adrian Grenier? Can he keep playing the huge movie star Vince on television without being a movie star in life? [uh, its a tv show you idiot]

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As the season wears on, the spectacle of Ari’s heartbreak over losing Vince becomes wrenching. This relationship has been the central romance of the series. And now beautiful Vince is indifferent to Ari’s agony. This season is about how men love men, and how they hate themselves for loving men, and how they worry about loving men, and how they need to stand up to men so they can love women, or stand up to women so they can love men. [fuck you - entourage is the anti sex in the city. the question remains: does ari deserve to be member of the entourage? to do so he must supplant love of self with loyalty to the group. fin.]

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- bill 4-06-2007 4:20 pm [add a comment]