The Aerosmith of TV

Friends in the Bay Area introduced me to Entourage this week. Through the magic of HBO On Demand, I saw the premiere episode of the third season. It was okay, I guess; it helped that the ending was kind of sweet and humble. But I don't think I'll keep watching.

My problem with the show, as I realized by the numerous multi-page glossy ads in magazines, is that the cast as a whole is remarkably unattractive. They're like the Aerosmith of TV: four guys you wouldn't think much of, plus Jeremy Piven as the sort of good looking Joe Perry exception. Add to that the frat boy videogamer vibe I find so unappealing, and my distinct belief that Hollywood has not sunk so low that a guy who looks like Adrian Grenier would be the next big thing.

On a positive note, who would've guessed that Jeremy Piven not only emerges out of John Cusack's shadow, but is considered in some circles as the bigger star? Even a few years ago I'd think it impossible. But here we are: Piven's fame continues to rise, and Cusack continues to coast on past successes.

Amazing. It's like if Willie Aames eclipsed Scott Baio, circa 1987.

55 Fiction Friday thinks Adrian Grenier is the male SJP.

After enduring decades of domestication and tradition, Ken found himself newly independent. He wanted the public to see him as something other than an accessory. Gone were the grilling aprons and pastel outerwear. His new look would include black leather, and maybe a moustache.

It was time to confirm the suspicions of those Barbie collectors.