Remember the other day when I insisted that a fat suit has never been funny?
I stand corrected.
Entourage's recent slide in quality has been well documented, but after seeing the fake trailer for Vincent Chase's passion project, Medellin, I'm starting to wonder if maybe this season has been *intentionally*, unbelievably over-the-top and divorced from even the show's previous brand of no-unhappy-endings reality. Maybe HBO is trying to do camp?
I know, I know -- Susan Sontag is rolling in her grave-- but no one could possibly take this trailer seriously, right? At this point, it's obvious that they're mocking Vince, that he's the brainless celebrity whose ego is so bloated that he walks right into career suicide, thinking he's making a genius move...right? If so, then the trailer--and the fake website, fake interview ("Me in a fat suit just wasn't gonna cut it"), and fake quote from a fake blurb-whore--is brilliant, a spot-on indictment of the contemporary star system. But post rim-job shark-jumping, can we really give anything Entourage that much credit?
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