The boys are back, and the critics aren’t having it. A lot of things have happened since Entourage, the show, came to an end. One of those things was the cultural ascendance of feminist criticism and ironic misandry, a zeitgeist which somehow doesn’t fit in very well with Vinnie Chase and his posse’s unrepentant skirt-chasing.
Never have I felt prouder of this media sea-change than I am this week, as the cultural and film writers of this great nation take out pens and savage the Entourage film with the best anti-bro disses they can muster. A sampling follows.