Where the “Entourage” movie is concerned, there are essentially two schools of critical thought. One finds it repellent, a celebration of white male privilege and obscene wealth set in and created by an industry already defined by a limitless celebration of both. The other side’s argument can best be summed up thusly: “Chill out, bro.”
Rolling Stone’s Peter Travers falls into the latter camp, as evidenced by a sympathetic two-and-a-half star review that concludes “I’m OK with ‘Entourage’ onscreen because it’s really a victory lap for a cast that once earned our DVR-ready affection. To echo Perry Farrell: ‘Yeah! Oh, yeah!’ As for the haters? Hug it out, bitches.” The New York Times’ A.O. Scott, who says it is “rare to see a movie of any kind pander to its imagined audience with such unabashed cynicism,” falls into the former, and what’s more, doesn’t think much of the argument that critics who find themselves immune to “Entourage’s” oily charms just lighten up, man. To wit:
You may argue, if you wish, about the seemliness of one major American publication’s critic publicly crossing swords with another — or you may simply marvel at the spectacle one of the country’s sharpest critics reminding one of its studio-friendliest what criticism actually is. Either way, congratulations to both Scott and Travers for producing the first “Entourage”-related thing we’d actually pay money to see.