Tuesday, July 14, 2009


After the disaster that was Season 5, I tuned in to HBO this past Sunday at 10:30 in hopes of seeing Entourage, a potentially excellent television series, do something to redeem itself. I wasn't wholly let down.

The Season 6 premier was entertaining and succeeded at regenerating some sort of interest in the goings on of the characters. Vince appears to be back on top (with an ominous hint of 'maybe not for long'), Turtle is still participating in a strangely reciprocated romance with Jamie Lynn Sigler, E is still a son (which I suppose is to be expected and shouldn't detract from the enjoyment of viewing) and Drama now owns a bar, which he delightfully named after himself.

I noted several aesthetic changes to the show, mostly regarding wardrobe. Ari's tie-knots have slimmed down from the bulbous mass of fabric he sported in the first 5 seasons to a more stylish, subdued, but still commanding double-windsor. And as always, there are scant words to describe the amazingness of the suit he was wearing. E seems to be dressing like less of a herb (presumably due to the several pounds he seems to have lost) while Vince continues to look dressed by someone slightly smarter than him. Drama and Turtle are doing more of the same. (It should be noted that Turtle, too, has lost a significant amount of weight).

The problem with the show is not the plotline or the characters (well, maybe it's some of the characters). The problem is the writing. With the exception of Ari Gold and Johnny Drama, there is this ongoing, seemingly inescapable mundacity buried at the heart of everyone's lines. There is no fire. It is important to come to terms with the fact that, aside from the bad writing, Adrian Grenier is a pitiful actor. He is bland, unconvincing and overly rehearsed. E, still, is just a son.

The first episode was not as bad as I thought it might be, maybe it was even good, but we'll see what happens.

1 comment:

  1. I've been wanting to watch the first episode after running through season five on demand, but there's something not right about watching it when my dad's in the room, even though I know he likes it.