Hands down, Entourage is the sexiest show on television. Ordinary people, rejoice!
Apologies to those who eschew the benefits of cable or prefer to spend money on basic necessities. If you count yourself among the former, the complete first two seasons are currently available on DVD. Me? I’ll continue to quaff this farcical half hour expose of the Hollywood underbelly the old fashioned way - via satellite.
I’ve been a huge fan of the show since its 2004 debut. The camera angles create a delicious illusion of being an insider looking in. I am a fly on the immaculately clad shoulder of Mary J. Blige, a penitent congregant shushing Trustfund Baby (Adam Goldberg aka Nick Rubenstein) between prayers, the melting ice quenching lecherous sunbather Jay Lester (Will Sasso), or a diner in the private enclave of studio honcho Harvey Weingard (Maury Chaykin) eavesdropping a blusterous tirade.
Sunday night invitations are out. My weekly cruise down Sunset Boulevard is in. The neon soaked view from that exquisite Lincoln Continental gives me reason to dream. It’s Tinseltown on steroids, sun swept scenery as far as the eye can see, commercialism times ten, up close and personal glimpses at real and invented beautiful people. I revel in every made-up minute.
Last Sunday night’s episode, "The Young and the Stoned", left me satiated, yet begging for more. Starting with naughty flashes of house porn (I want that house, I want that house now), segueing to E’s bumper locked serendipity with platinum-tressed Anna Faris, rollicking to the sensual friction between Mrs. Ari and her man, a quick wink and a nod for the strong silent bond between Vince and his half-brother, Johnny D., a wince at Turtle’s untimely encounter with the LAPD (all the recent Hollywood arrests made an unlikely happy ending), culminating in the ultimate climax. Mixed skinny dipping overlooking a breathtaking apex after dark. Need I say more? Be still, my blasé-riddled heart.
Every recurring character is steamy hot, including everyone’s favorite personal assistant, Lloyd. Don’t listen to those who characterize the show’s spectacular premise as Sex in the City for men. Okay, okay, it’s four good-looking guys who like to hang out together, but that’s where the similarities end.
Article comments
1 - Mary K. Williams
It's a great show, no doubt. Nice write-up Cheryl
2 - Ari Gold
Hey Cheryl, great article! I have my own Entourage clothing store at www.cafepress.com/thegoldstandard that you, or any Entourage fan for that matter, may want to check out!