Entourage, I'll Miss You.

Entourage has been one of my guilty pleasures over the eight years it's been on. Last season was my favorite: Vince's (Adrian Grenier) decline into coke and sex addiction with his girlfriend Sasha Grey, the porn star; Ari's (Jeremy Piven) self-destructiveness in the face of a failing marriage; Johnny Drama's (Kevin Dillon) inability to get his career going; E's (Kevin Connolly) going Hollywood and losing the girl; and Turtle (Jerry Ferrara) in search of life as a businessman.

And then the season ended with Vince going into rehab.

Enter season 8, the worst yet. The "good" Vince comes out of rehab and proceeds to fix everything for his pals and for himself, turning a bitchy Conde Nast reporter into his wife. He fixes things for E with his girlfriend and hires a private plane so they can go off and honeymoon. He saves Turtle by not selling his shares in the vodka company he helped launch, thus making his homeboy a millionaire. He buys off a producer so his brother Johnny can star in a movie. Except for the scene where the director blows his head off on a coke binge while Vince tries to talk him down, it's all goody goody.

Improbably, the one person who figures things out on his own, is Ari the agent who manages to save his marriage by giving up his job and moving to Europe, though an epilogue leaves us wondering if he'll reconsider and return for a bigger job.

After all, we've been promised a movie so we need some hook to keep us interested.

I'm there.