We rarely discuss the show Entourage in this space (if we ever write an article like this, shoot us in the face), except when Molly refers to Danish behind his back as Turtle. They finished up their season last night and it’s not a good sign that I don’t remember which season it is. Much like The Hills–Entourage probably has a similar amount of reality in it–Entourage is a show without the chocolate filling.
All the conflicts are usually solved by sex with someone, and if there’s a problem, it will be resolved with a $30 million dollar offer.
In this year’s Season Finale, they went to Cannes. They now are at the end of season 4, the HBO website informs me. Oh, great. The Eric character started the show with problems mixing his relationship with his girlfriend with work. However many episodes later, she’s gone from the show to make her weekly appearance on Perez Hilton and we have no memory of anything that occurred.
Also, this underutilization of Debi Mazar is indecent. Not to mention they wrote Anna Faris off without even giving her a guest shot in the finale and never really resolving her storyline.
While it pains me to put down a show that solves Turtle not having a storyline for much of the episode by having him get oral sex from a prostitute, this year’s season was only entertaining when Johnny was having sex in a bunny costume.
The Adrian Grenier character hasn’t had any conflict himself over the season, not even when his movie bombs at Cannes. When your main season ending plot twist is just a pathetic gesture to praise Harvey Weinstein, you have problems.
I realize Entourage isn’t intended to be either comedy or drama, that you shouldn’t care about the characters since they are rich anyway–hence Lloyd’s wealth–and that it’s not a satire, it’s just a bunch of jokes about Hollywood that we can all get, but it still disappoints me, leaving me with roughly the same feeling I have after eating a donut.
If you want a show that did everything that Entourage did but better, look no further than The Larry Sanders Show, which I will force Molly to write a full post about soon.
Donald Young is this young tennis player who had a fun match at the US Open and is going to be a huge star soon. Even Federer knows it.
The awesome Proteous Gowanus store.
Hurricane Katrina graphic novel.
Woody Allen doesn’t think he’s influenced anyone.
The Yellow Stereo’s Sunday Shuffle.
Evan Almighty cost $200 million? Hollywood’s non-Entourage related problems.
The Larry Craig transcript must be read to be appreciated.
DK: Have you been successful in these bathrooms here before?
LC: I go to that bathroom regularly
DK: I mean for any type of other activities.
LC: No. Absolutely not. I don’t seek activity in bathrooms.
Mandy Moore is the ultimate bad decision.
“Prescilla” — Bat for Lashes (mp3)
“The Wizard” — Bat for Lashes (mp3)
“Times Like These” — Foo Fighters (mp3)
“Snowy Atlas Mountains” — Fionn Regan (mp3)
Sounds for the deaf.
Music is the cause of violence…in Colorado. Sound familiar?
The rise of mental illness in college students…this actually borders on glorifying it, I think. From the LA Times:
Leaves were beginning to turn golden and a few pumpkins livened the dormitories when Christine’s roommate walked her across campus to the mental-health counseling center. It was the afternoon of Halloween, three days after she learned of the bankruptcy. She didn’t want to go but feared she would be kicked out of the dorm if she didn’t submit to counseling.
During several therapy sessions that followed that fall, a school psychologist tried to persuade Christine to tell her family she was being treated for serious depression. She refused. Now 24 and a grad student, she asked not to be identified by her full name because her family still doesn’t know about her mental-health disorder.
“Counseling was never talked about in my family,” she says. “They came from a background where you solve things within your family. My family also had very high expectations about my grades. I had this fear that I would never be their perfect daughter.” Over winter break, at home with a family that was reeling from financial problems, Christine’s mood disorder worsened. Her first-quarter grades arrived. She’d failed a course.
“I came back from winter break a whole lot more depressed than when I left,” she says.
A few weeks into the term, she began thinking about killing herself. She began stockpiling pills — over-the-counter sleep aids, Advil, some Vicodin left over from when she had her wisdom teeth removed. Her roommate spotted the pills and alerted the resident advisor near midnight one evening in January. The pair sat up with Christine all night and escorted her to the counseling center in the morning.
I don’t personally find the Teen America thing that funny, because misogyny more exhausts me than fills me with hilarity and joy, but you if you enjoyed that, you might well enjoy this.
Burning books–why again, now?
15 London pubs you will enjoy.
Your obligatory Owen Wilson update.
Geoffrey O’Brien on The Sopranos:
As for Carmela, she made clear at last her inability to acknowledge the bloodstained realities sustaining her life. The children seemed likewise to surrender listlessly to their fates. The once energetic Columbia graduate Meadow drifted from pre-med to law school toward marriage with another gangster’s son—and it already seemed her burgeoning career in criminal justice could be corrupted by family ties. The perennially troubled A.J. sank deeper into suicidal depression, even if he managed to miscalculate the length of rope necessary to anchor him to the bottom of the family swimming pool. The whole family seemed increasingly like the ghosts of people who hadn’t quite died, lingering around the kitchenette that gave them the fitful and uncertain sense of still belonging to the world. After years of reveling in the uncannily lifelike counterreality of The Sopranos, we found ourselves washed up at last in a domain of zombies. The despondent A.J. stared blankly at a television screen—”Whatcha watchin’?” “Nothing.”—while the doomed Christopher, unaware he had only moments to live, randomly switched stations on his car radio before settling for the soundtrack of—what else?—The Departed.
How to research that online purchase. (The Consumerist)
CD release weekend over at Instrumental Analysis.
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Don’t forget to catch up on all the glorious weekend content. Also:
Molly admired young love.
Molly talked about the California-Texas connection.
Molly reviewed The Departed.
Molly covered so many subjects our head literally spun.
Mel Brooks is ready to date again. OK, that’s not from This Recording, but I felt you should know.