Somewhere toward the end of Season 1, my husband casually asks if I want to watch Entourage. Side by side, snuggled in our bed, I agree to watch. Mind you, though, not amused that this show (about men, seemingly geared to men, executive produced by a man - like the goddamn deodorant commercial but reversed!) seemed like a trivial attempt at replacing my girls - the fabulous foursome of Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha.
Sex and the City having ended that year put me in a time of mourning. Yes, me and millions of others. Not just women, either. It spanned far and wide: old-young-female-male-gay-straight-bi-semi-all-of-the-aforementioned. Talk about a panoramic sweep. And yet I was swept. Sad. Wondering when I would start over with Season 1 and watch them all again with the intent to gain new appreciation for the characters on the second time around.
It's true. I had resisted watching Entourage because of a slight bitterness. It felt too soon. Like a relationship of years had ended and suddenly I'm faced with sort of a sexy opportunity that felt wrong to participate in. My hubby being the very in-tune gent that he is...well...he knew. Watching and giggling either while working out or before bed, he was enjoying a new brand of gratification. HBO and their perfectly crafted 30-minute morsels of hedonism. He had a male version of Sex and the City, and I'd be damned if I was going to let him enjoy himself without me!
So here I am, in Season 3, and I'm madly in love again with HBO for introducing this cast into my life. Mark Wahlberg, you're my hero. The show is like reading an entry from a Hollywood-ite's diary. When the show comes to a screeching halt after the almost cruel length of 30 minutes, you just can't believe it's over. I love E for his grounded, humble-pie cuteness. Who doesn't love Vince? C'mon now. Drama is tireless in his efforts to seek fame and knows how to cook, what's not to love about that? And our little pot-smokin' Turtle - awww - everyone needs a Turtle in their lives. I love them all for the men they almost are and the men they want to be (sorry, I just watched Jerry McGuire last night).
Love the music, love the show, love the channel, love it all (another smack of movie-line-ness, sorry, can't help myself). Hail to the coterie, the patronage, the retinue who are enraptured with this comedy series about "Hollywoo(rl)d".
Wahlberg delivers "TV For The People" this time. Groove on, Mark.
