Sometime in between July 2004, when Entourage premiered on HBO, and this week’s premiere of the characters’ theatrical curtain call, the definition of a guilty pleasure changed. That phrase used to be attached to something one might actually feel guilty about enjoying. Today it is used to refer to anything one likes that isn’t “highbrow.”
My own complicated, conflicted, and guiltily pleasurable relationship with Entourage wrapped up this week. There might be other movies, but I’ve moved on. Send me a postcard from the 20th anniversary, maybe. I wish these characters well, and I hope they grow into the interesting, rounded characters that they never quite managed to become in the show’s eight-year run. But for now, they are stuck, and I am tired of waiting for them to grow up.
For those who didn’t watch the show during its run, the film offers a quick synopsis in the form of a Piers Morgan profile piece. Four friends from a rough East Coast neighborhood move to Hollywood. Vincent Chase (Adrian Grenier) is the breakout movie star represented by superagent Ari Gold (Jeremy Piven). His older brother, Johnny “Drama” (Kevin Dillon), is an established B-list actor whose star is quickly eclipsed by his younger brother.
Vince’s two childhood friends Eric (Kevin Connolly) and Turtle (Jerry Ferrara) comprise the entourage. Eric begins as Vince’s personal manager and eventually becomes an agent himself. Turtle is the driver who is mostly just along for the ride, although he does branch out on some of his own business ventures late in the show’s run. That is why he is portrayed as independently wealthy in the Entourage movie.
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