Of course the penultimate Sopranos is on deck, but let’s not forget the season 3 finale of Entourage. Which is kind of weird, since season 4 of Entourage starts again two weeks immediately afterward. But that’s HBO, I guess. There are no rules.
I’ve been a little frustrated with this show. I mean, I never regret watching it, exactly. I don’t expect it to have deep, larger meaning. But it feels like it’s been spinning its wheels a little too long. I start to wonder how long we can believe Vince is a red-hot star on the strength of Head On (“Apply directly to the forehead!”), Aquaman and the unreleased Queens Boulevard. Thank God Medellin is finally on track, if only to give him something to do. Also, although the Yom Kippur episode was a Larry Davidian mini-classic, the whole Vince-and-Ari breakup storyline did little for me, first because obviously Vince would take Ari back, second because it seemed like the writers had let the audience’s love for Ari go to their heads. The show was already about Ari, but that worked better when the storyline didn’t make the show explicitly about Ari.
Regardless, I’ll be there Sunday. And this all reminds me of a question I’ve meant to ask for a while: how good an actor do you think Vince is? That is, how good an actor do you think we’re meant to believe Vince is? From the praise given Queens Boulevard, you’d think he was great; but the few glimpses we’ve seen of his work (“I am Queens Boulevard”) verge on parody. What say you? Is he Leonardo DiCaprio or Ashton Kutcher?