The HBO comedy was "an exercise in whiteness, an ode to the mediocre, a stunning atrocity against television," says Miles Klee, who decided to binge through the entire series and movie during the coronavirus pandemic. "Please understand, I never wanted to see Entourage," Klee adds. "It aired from July 18, 2004 to September 11, 2011, capturing a significant audience in George W. Bush’s second term before limping to a finish in Barack Obama’s first, an eight-season span that covered my college years and beyond. At no time in that period did I have HBO, nor was I impelled to borrow the DVDs on Netflix, and if my friends were watching (or pirating) the show, I had no inkling of their shameful secret. In the decade since, pop-cultural memory seems to have assigned it the reputation of a needlessly long and offensive fart. Had you asked me a month ago what Entourage is about, I might have guessed: 'Jeremy Piven screaming into a cell phone.' The truth, I discovered, is that and worse." ALSO: Jeremy Piven is charging $15,000 for a 10-minute Zoom call on Cameo.