Crazy people are drawn to working in film. It’s ego, ego, ego, and this was depicted really cleverly with the supporting character of Billy Walsh. The anti-establishment director of Queens Boulevard was good in small doses. However, the Medellin storyline was just too much Billy. We laughed at first, but you can only laugh at the same joke so many times.
Kevin Dillon draws upon his real-life experience of playing a movie star’s less successful actor sibling to play a movie star’s less successful actor sibling. Johnny Drama is a fun character in theory, but in execution, he became a cartoon. Though a strong source of entertainment in the early seasons, Drama quickly devolved into the easily-duped dimwit who would collide into a picture of a tunnel entryway if you were to tell him there was a hot chick on the other side. They may as well have had him float on the scent of perfume a la Pepe Le Pew.
Outside of groomsmen photos, dudes don’t walk like this. It looks totally posed and unnatural, yet this is how these characters constantly travel from Point A to Point B. It’s arrogant and takes up too much of the sidewalk. What if a passerby is in a big hurry? It’s just inconsiderate.
I’m not suggesting single file, but perhaps they could try two smaller clusters. This would also make conversation a lot easier rather than Johnny Drama having to later ask E for a recap of what Ari was talking about on their way into Panera Bread.
Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy hot chicks. They’re soft and smell good and enjoyable to look at. They are welcome on my television. In fact, they are the reason I continued to watch Entourage long after it jumped the shark. However, watching an endless string of hot chicks being ruined by hopping into bed with the show’s main douchebags didn’t turn out to be that good of a time. Get your hands off those girls, Entourage d-bags. I saw them first and called dibs!