its unshorn and expensively sunglassed head

I gave Entourage a two-disc chance to prove itself off my Netflix queue, and I had never experienced such a sense of exclusion from a television series. There seemed to be no place for me - or women in general, unless as a way for the boys to relate to one another in their competition for her. Adrian Grenier's recent rumored romance with Paris Hilton seemed perfectly fitting, if not an outright bid for publicity. It was especially odd to watch scenes of the city in which I live and feel like it was completely alien to me. Also, I was bored. Tom Wolfe, however, is a bit more inspired:

Clad in milquetoast shirtsleeves, combat-style Bermudas, and the unshowered film of day-old hangovers, the young men go about their Hollywood business with the same haughty unconcern that pervades their overslept lives. These are the new crusaders of cool. They are perpetually late to meet with representation, to accept graft, to sign hedge-fund-sized checks, and to slip into bed with stargazing young actresses. They are late to everything except success, their laissez-faire nonchalance a testament to the fuck-off patois of a generation. These insolent pop pilgrims provide a window into the machismo-fueled fantasy world of meteoric laziness. They are a scruffy gaggle of would-be pizza boys reluctantly poised to plant their half-finished Betsy Ross into the terra firma of the aught decade.

Crusaders of cool? Insolent pop pilgrims? Ahem. Wolfe and I do agree on one point:

But there is hope in this moxie wasteland of moviemakers. Johnny Drama draws not my ire. Here is the bravado-laden torch of the past, its fire fueled by protein shakes and casting off the nearly forgotten aroma of desire. His ginseng-toned body twisting and gyrating with anxiety and self-doubt, he's a New Age Neal Cassady, passed up here for a Lifetime movie, there for a Hallmark Channel special—the Houghton Mifflin and HarperCollins of the television world. Johnny Drama is no mere muzzled bus driver, however. He is a symbol of irony, that word now recognized only by the literati. Played by Kevin Dillon, Sancho Panza to real-life brother Matt, this role oozes the true Hollywood pathos of silver-screen heartbreak. If watch Entourage you must, then watch it for Drama.