Entourage Is A Relic Of A Bygone Age Of Bro-Ness [REVIEW]


I’m gonna get this off my chest right away: I am not an Entourage fan. I wasn’t a fan during its eight-season run on HBO; I didn’t live my life aspiring to be Ari Gold, and I was fairly indifferent when I first heard that the gang was getting back together for the big cinematic addendum that awaits every semi-popular TV property these days. Entourage is the kind of show that flourished during its run from 2004 to 2011 as a televised microcosm of Hollywood at its most decadent and its most chauvinistic, a male-skewing equivalent to Sex and the City that tried to have its cake and eat it too by both satirizing and celebrating a carefree bro-tastic version of the Hollywood lifestyle that popular culture hasn’t just left behind, but outright vilified. Even big hit shows like Games of Thrones and The Walking Dead get raked over the coals for its portrayals of rape and race relations and yet, the Entourage movie is here, slinging tasteless jokes and treating women like objects like it’s still 2011. Entourage only seems to have fan service on its mind – everyone else need not apply.


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Picking up some time after the series’ conclusion, the movie follows the continuing misadventures of the Hollywood-via-Queens boys: superstar actor Vincent Chase (Adrian Grenier), his manager Eric “E” Murphy (Kevin Connolly), his C-lister big brother Drama (Kevin Dillon), and his driver Turtle (Jerry Ferrera); their strings are still being pulled by former agent turned studio head Ari Gold (Jeremy Piven), who’s freaking out over the fact that Vince is directing his latest movie and has *already* gone $15 million over budget. On top of Ari having to deal with the Texas producer of the film (Billy-Bob Thorton) and his entitled snob of a son Travis (Haley Joel Osment), E is dealing with his feelings for former flame Sloan (Emmanuelle Chriqui), Turtle is attempting to court MMA bantamweight Ronda Rousey, and Drama is still hanging on to relevance for dear life, hoping that his small but pivotal role in Vince’s movie will be the big break he’s been looking for.

All of Entourage’s hallmark humor points, the ribbing of the movie-making process, the bro-on-bro bonding, and the overflowing of celebrity cameos, are in full, unaltered effect here. The best remakes/reboots to have come out in recent years tend to offer a new perspective on the property they’re reviving (21 Jump Street) or at least have the decency to be a refined and funny rendition of itself, but unless this kind of humor is your thing and/or you’re walking into this as a fan of the series, it’s hard to imagine the tired humor sticking in any significant way. This is especially considering the much-lauded bro-legience that’s supposed to be the heart of Entourage: is this kind of vapid clueless alpha-douche something that people still aspire to be?

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