By the bitter end of its eight-season run, HBO’s “Entourage”
had twisted its own narrative to a degree that it was barely recognizable from
the beginning of the series. When it started, “Entourage” was the story of
three average guys and their decidedly not average best friend with the
movie-star good looks, trying to make it in the cutthroat world of Hollywood
with only their loyalty to each other and NYC roots to keep them above the
spoiled fray. We could relate to Vinny, Eric, Johnny and Turtle. By the end,
the boys of “Entourage” were men, and they were the exact kind of narcissists