And so we’re back. Season five of Entourage went out with a little bit of a bang, but it was sort of a cheap one: Vince got a call from Martin Scorsese asking if he’d like the lead in Marty’s new movie, a reimagining of The Great Gatsby. And thus the cycle begins again. On this season of Entourage, will Vince be really famous, then reduced to doing personal appearances at birthday parties, then really famous again, all in the span of a few months? Will we stick around long enough to care? Let’s find out, and based on what you, dear readers, think, we may or may not continue to cover the show every week.
So, season six: Vince is back on top, but his soul is lonely; Turtle has dropped a few pounds and found domestic bliss with Meadow Soprano; Eric is finally getting laid on the regular; and Johnny is still half a character. (Oh, and Lloyd wants a promotion—more on that in a minute.)
Hopefully this boring-ish episode was just setting up some more interesting action to come this season, because if we’re about to delve into the deep dark soul of Vincent Chase, consider me officially signed off. Entourage is still occasionally funny, but it’s almost completely adrift at this point, grabbing at plots that nobody seems to care about (Vince is getting his driver’s license? Was that a joke in the writers’ room that went too far?) and generally just spinning wheels.
I for one have zero investment in Eric’s relationship with Sloane, which was a huge part of tonight’s episode: Neither character is terribly interesting (by design, it seems), and the fact that they’re circling each other again, which can only lead to another forgetful breakup, seems like a bad sign. Even the four boys together and goofing around don’t seem like they mean it anymore—they can barely muster up a joke about Eric getting laid a lot. (There was some talk of “banging” in there somewhere.)