Hey, Entourage: Back so soon? Just two weeks after wrapping up season three, the show rushes back to fill the post-Sopranos vacuum. We rejoin the gang in the jungles of Colombia, where they and director/irritant extraordinaire Billy Walsh are finally, finally filming Medellin.
We open this week with a particularly disturbing sequence having nothing to do with murder-mystery, but worth noting nonetheless. Johnny’s mom is making mango-nut waffles, which, first of all, mango nut? Huh?
Finally. The top twenty dancers have been announced, and tween girls and middle-aged gay men citywide breathe an excited sigh of relief. This season, which contestants end up on the chopping block tonight (and which must dance to survive) will have more to do with who got saddled with bad choreography than who’s got that extra something.
This season, we’re planning on kibitzing about the show every week with a variety of fellow viewers, all of whom will help us to dissect that episode’s round of flashy dishes and behind-the-scenes treachery.