There was a time when Sunday was Entourage night. Forget the DVR. We watched it live. The next day neighbors dissected the latest episode, hilariously comparing their favorite scenes.
Entourage is deliciously naughty. The boys smoke a lot of dope. Sometimes they use a bong and sometimes they roll their own. I've never seen them wear seatbelts. They're bad, bad role models and that's why we love them.
Unfortunately, the forward momentum has slowed this season, the series' fourth. Some Sundays I actually forgot to watch or set the DVR and found myself playing catchup on on-demand, a sure sign that my interest was waning.
Two Sundays ago, the series hit a low point when a Mary J. Blige cameo was written as a thinly veiled infomercial for the singer.