HBO plays it safe and brings back the boys
Then all that money went out the window on Rome, The Sopranos and Deadwood went away and John from Cincinnati challenged viewers in ways that no one could have imagined (like challenging them not to cancel their subscriptions to HBO) for a full ten weeks.
So with Showtime nipping at its heels and winning acclaim-by-default with one-degree-of-separation-from-FX shows like Dexter and Californication, HBO is now happy to be not TV... but MTV.
Four days after killing John, they've renewed Entourage and Flight of The Conchords.
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So closes another season of Entourage. Sure, this recap is a little late, but you know what, this show is not so easy to recap. I thought 30 minutes of well-scripted Hollywood satire would be a breeze. Much like the Jewish stingray who mistook Steve Irwin for Mel Gibson, I couldn't have been more wrong (that one's for you EdHill). The show is so well-written and satirical that it's nearly impossible to wring anything out of it other than a recap for recap's sake. Sure a few Lloyd Gaysian jokes, Drama's a schmuck jokes and Eric's a Hobbit jokes make a tasty side salad of snark, but not the surf & turf of delight that SkeleHatcher and Nicolette Sheridan's testicles bring to the table when recapping Desperate Housewives. Oh well... I've made my bed, and now I lie in it, but like so many one night stands that seemingly won't end, the figurative girl from the bar has finally fallen back asleep, and I can sneak out the bathroom window (this is the season finale! No more recaps!). At least until she finds my wallet that I drunkenly left on the night stand and tracks me down because I've stolen her MetroCard and $20.00 out of her bag (see you in January when the show comes back!). Now let's see how this bitch's last bang of the night rates on Umnata's Ho scale (on to the recap)! Oh how I miss college (I'm old)...
Rufio Sneakers! Public Masturbation! Downtrodden Old People! Pretty rad, right? Boy, do those Entourage guys know how to keep my interest. Keeping up with the split-them-up theme from last week, the guys separate again for most of this episode: Turtle and Vince (nice to see them spending some QT together) are on the hunt for the Holy Grail of sneakers, Eric is doing the studio pitch thing with Ari and Father Time, I mean, Bob, and Drama is finally shooting his big monologue for the Ed Burns pilot. The results? Another solid episode. And what more could we expect from: Rufio Sneakers! Public Masturbation! Downtrodden Old People! Seriously, why am I not running the marketing department over at HBO? 
What better way to make us appreciate our Fab Four than to split them up for 30 minutes? It worked for the Backstreet Boys (Nick Carter, please, go away. Oh wait. You did.). And that's exactly what those geniuses over at Entourage did this week. Turtle and Drama went on a mission to find an MIA Saigon, Eric got duped into a meeting with the world's oldest man, and Vince licked his wounds about getting fired by doing quite a bit of licking with a tasty female for the day. And what's the one thing that this episode taught us? The boys need each other.
If getting paid $100,000 bucks to go to Vegas and judge a stripper contest is rock bottom, then someone please get me to the floor ASAP. I don't know if most normal humans can consider this as low as you can go, but it's looking pretty close for Vince on Entourage. After getting fired from Aquaman 2, missing out on dream project Medellin and pissing off half of the entertainment industry with his stunt at the Hollywood Foreign Press conference over the Technicolor revamp of Queens Blvd, you'd think that Vince would have to be pretty close to a Tom-Cruise-Ate-His-Baby's-Placenta-level meltdown, right? Ehh, not quite. Things might not be going exactly his way, but Vince isn't letting that ruin his easy, breezy beautiful Cover Girl lifestyle. Next stop: VEGAS BABY!