August 30th, 2010
02:21 PM ET
It’s another glorious Monday, “Entourage” fans, but this one feels different.
I’m sure you recall that “stunned disgust” I felt after watching Vince in last week’s episode, but it turns out that disgust has a bright side: you only have to experience it once.
That’s because after the initial shock, you become numb, and that perfectly describes my feelings about the current foolishness that is Vince Chase on "Entourage” – I’m becoming totally immune to them.
Vince no longer fazes me. Now that my sense are dulled, you shall see no more blogs from me where I ask him to "kick rocks" because he's annoying, or make mention of his fall from grace.
As a matter of fact, I’d venture to say I’m actually used to it all now. Hereby and henceforth, no more reactions or speeches out loud to no one in particular when he appears to be as bright as a cave or as sharp as a bowling ball. No more internal monologues spewing disbelief - like this one, for example: "You’re WHAT Vince? In love? With Sasha? Sasha Grey? Seriously? Okay dude, whatever.”
Vince's idiocy aside, I actually faced a daunting choice last night: Watch the crew from Queens and their Hollywood adventures and lose out on a 30 minute chunk of the Emmy Awards telecast, or devote my attention to all three hours of the Emmy Awards, featuring my uber-crushes Jane Lynch, January Jones and Mariska Hargitay (in that order).
Color me smitten times three, but what to do?
Well, you know where my loyalties lie. Thanks to the magic of DVR (one of man's greatest feats ranking somewhere between "space travel,” "the Pyramids" and "iPods"), I was able to watch two-plus Emmy hours, click "record” and then make the switch to see exactly what kind of dumb antics Vince would deliver in this week's show.
As a result, I hit the jackpot on all fronts. I saw a phenomenal episode (with plenty of dumb) leading up to the season finale, and to top it off, Jane Lynch snagged an Emmy and another one of my favorite shows, "Modern Family," cleaned up last night!
But back to “Entourage.” As good as the show was as a whole, I thought the writing (courtesy of Ally Musika) and the directing (a la Kevin Connolly) was that much better.
Both did a great job furthering the "Hate Sasha" cause, and from the opening scene, I was bristling at the sight or mere mention of Vince's porn star girlfriend. That pretty much means someone is doing something right, and Sasha Grey can actually be included. Her acting has been decent in spots, but she's "getting to me" and that means the storyline plucks my nerves like guitar strings. I guess she deserves some credit for the strumming.
(Okay fine, I do have one final note to Vince: I know I said a few things earlier about being numb, but....ditch this chick. Your behavior was Mandy Moore-ish at first, but you’re way beyond that now. You’re venturing into "clown" territory, and there's no turning back. Once you become a clown, redemption is difficult. That bit of advice is on the house. Next time, I'll have to charge you.)
Elsewhere, Turtle's "Carlos/Cuban conundrum” is thickening. I'm not exactly certain what Carlos' beef is, but it needs to be grilled and eaten – pronto.
While I can understand the guardianship of his family's tequila, it begs the question: Can you really arrive at a meeting quoting the "do you have the 5 million dollars" line while having a grumpy "my older brother will sell the company" attitude? Keep it up my friend. That's exactly how companies get bought out by "ba-jllionaire" NBA owners named Mark Cuban.
While the show had many bright spots - like the studio's "Johnny's Bananas" pitch and Vince's meeting with Pete Berg - undoubtedly the standout scene was Ari's confrontation with Amanda.
But the actual brilliance of this scene doesn’t merely reside in the performances. The true stroke of brilliance lies in the fact that this has been swirling around for about an episode and a half, with Amanda’s unanswered emails/calls and the Blackberry “plant,” and was finally culminated with the sensational showdown.
The pair's genuine emotion flowed effortlessly, and seeing Ari Gold crumble under the weight of his own mess was hard to watch. He seems to be misfiring at every turn. Hopefully, this too shall pass.
We're officially rolling at great speed into the season finale in two weeks, so stay tuned.
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