The boys of “Entourage” are back for another round of inside Hollywood hijinks. But don’t cue the trumpets just yet. The first episode of the show’s seventh season, debuting tonight at 10:30 p.m. EST on HBO, might make viewers wish “Entourage” had taken the summer off.

Network shows often struggle to stay relevant after a few seasons, and even HBO’s iconic series “The Sopranos” couldn’t maintain its level of excellence over time. A few minutes into the first new “Entourage” episode shows the male-bonding formula is getting dog tired.

Vince Chase (Adrian Grenier) is shooting a new action film, but the director’s demand for him to do his own stunts leaves him torn. Does he risk bruising his manhood, the coin of the realm in his buddy quartet, or does he go ahead knowing he could put his career – and well being – at risk?

Meanwhile, Turtle (Jerry Ferrara) is learning that life as a small business owner isn’t a breeze. His prettiest driver can’t make an airport run without getting lost, but he doesn’t have the heart to can her. And Drama (Kevin Dillon) is still struggling to find that elusive TV gig to call his own. (more…)

-”I take a three-minute shower,” [Jennifer Aniston] told Elizabeth Rogers and Thomas Kostigen, authors of The Green Book. She even brushes her teeth while she’s in there.

-“Entourage” star Adrian Grenier has lived in an apartment insulated with old pants.

-Vegetarian and planetary crusader Tobey Maguire reportedly has banned all leather products from his house. He also “makes everyone take off their leather belts and shoes and leave them by the door!”

-Leonardo DiCaprio “stays green at home, too—with his $3,200 eco-friendly toilet!”

-Bob Dylan sells “renewable grocery bags” at his concerts. (more…)

As a middle-aged pudgy schlub, I am eternally in awe of those who serve in our armed forces. But my awe is always fueled by a little anger – primarily driven by our pop culture-driven media, and what they consider cool in this world.

In our current culture, here’s what we consider “daring:” barbed wire tattoos around the biceps of scrawny witless musicians, well-abbed unemployed drifters found on various reality shows, pierced, preeny “in your face” dip-wads from pranky stunt shows, spoken word cretins fueled by rage and poor hygiene, performance artists who use their own bodily fluids as both canvas and paint, brain-dead hard-partying actresses with assorted infections, extreme adventurers who require public-funded rescues, animal rights activists with more tics than friends, creepy new age healers who drink their own urine – and of course, Adrian Grenier. (more…)