Directed by Doug Ellin
Starring Adrien Grenier, Kevin Connolly, Kevin Dillon, Jerry Ferrara, Jeremy Piven, Billy Bob Thornton
How bad can a film about a Hollywood star, his groupies, a studio head, their efforts to make a film together, and lots and lots of women in short clothes caught mid-way through very many dance moves, be?
Well, it gets worse. For, this has been done before, all through eight seasons of the Entourage TV series between 2004 and 2011, which in turn was “inspired” by producer Mark Wahlberg’s real-life experiences as an upcoming actor in Hollywood.
That’s not to say anything in Entourage has to be real, from the yacht to the beach parties, from the wives to the one-night stands, and the Texas moneybag to the studio owner. The film is an unending party with a few scenes of dialogue thrown in. The only “nice guy” is the hero, Vince (Grenier), and amidst all the profanities, drug use and sexcapades around him, he struggles to make any sort of presence.
The people we get most of are Piven as the studio head with a lot riding on the first film that Vince is directing, and Dillon as Vince’s obnoxious half-brother. Connolly and Ferrara also repeat their roles as the rest of Vince’s entourage from the TV series.
The two actors who stand out are the Hollywood “outsiders” — the Texan financier who has put up money for the film, Larsen, and his unctuous son who has been sent over by him to judge it, Travis. Billy Bob Thornton nails the first, and an unrecognisable Haley Joel Osment the second.
Larsen confesses he has never ever seen any of the films he has funded. We of course have no such luck. Vince’s directorial debut — the 5 minutes that we see of it — involves a DJ who distributes lighted, magic zorbs from a stick, zombies, and an apparent revolt.
A “masterpiece”, they all tell him. But Larsen still won’t watch.