‘Entourage’: Still, and Very Much, a Player
An angry writer could take the material that goes into each episode of HBO’s “Entourage” and make of it a bitter, scathing assault on Hollywood and the rancid values it pumps into America. But “Entourage” is no assault; it’s a party, a spree, a picnic on the beach. It’s a seductive celebration of excess and indulgence, not a guilty pleasure but a gilt-edged one.
Returning tonight at 10 with the first of eight new episodes (the “second part of its third season,” HBO confusingly says), “Entourage” is at least as good as ever and maybe better, even though its two adversarial heroes, Vince the movie star and Ari the agent, have been separated. For at least the first five episodes, they are monarchs of parallel domains, each stubbornly trying not to go crawling back to the other.