The last season of the boys running around Hollywood starts tonight.
Entourage was a surprise hit for HBO, spawned from the fertile mind of Mark Wahlberg, who I can just imagine pitching in front of executives with his nasally Bostonian tones. ‘It’s like, what my life was, man.’ The series has ran for eight seasons, countless celebrity cameos, Emmy Awards, and enriching Larry Charles’ and Doug Ellin’s accounts beyond their wildest dreams. Some could argue the show’s place in the pantheon of shows about the biz…more successful than Larry Sanders? Probably. As illuminating? Hell no.
But that’s not why people watch – people watch because the show provides the best wealth porn/male fantasies this side of Californication under the backdrop of people’s obsession with Hollywood. Some would argue the Entourage boys are douchebags – or that the writers have the easiest job in the world. And they’d both be accurate.
This year, the show adds veteran curmudgeon, has-been Andrew Dice Clay in the role of a washed-up stand-up trying to make his comeback on television. (WHERE DO THEY GET THEIR IDEAS?) Ari will be dealing with a divorce, Vince will be trying to stay sober, and you’ll be compelled and watching.
Entourage airs tonight on HBO.