Jerry Ferrara, you old dog you. Not only do you manage to almost steal an episode where Vinnie's career actually sinks further down the drain -- totally didn't see that one coming! -- but then we actually learn what your character's real name is.
Sal. Your name is Sal.
That. Is. Adorable. Your mini-romance with fake Jamie-Lynn was brief and touching in an unrequieted way (even though you apparently spent the day requieting). You and real Jamie-Lynn go somewhere and be cute, ya hear?
Yet another nailbiter of an episode here. We still think that the audience for this show is evenly split between those that think it's flailing and those that think it's finding depths that no one was aware it had. Count us firmly in the latter camp. Everything this season has gone wrong, and not just wrong in a "falling up" kind of way the way it normally does. Wrong in like a "what do i do?" kind of way. It's thrilling!
Even the Vinnie path to failure has been thrilling, and let's be honest, there's not much that's been thrilling about Vinnie other than the way he handles boobies. He's been the weird center of this storm for some time -- weirdly calm amid the frenzy -- but now he's actually tasted serious self-doubt. Hell, between Werner's Teutonic (and probably correct) complaints about his acting, and then unwittingly being the driving force behind getting Smoke Jumpers shut down, he's chowing on humble pie. Where does he go from here? Queens! Sure. Do you think he lives near Spiderman?
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