Much like the lavish lifestyle enjoyed by Vincent Chase and his ensemble, HBO’s Entourage was always going to come to an end. And in this, the shortened final season, there are a lot of loose ends to tie up – Vince’s recovery from substance abuse, Eric’s on-again-off-again relationship with his girlfriend, Drama’s desperate bid for a credible project, Turtle’s entrepreneurial misadventures and Ari’s crumbling marriage. As a result, Entourage’s supposed swansong (rumors of a movie refuse to disappear) is forced to skip over some secondary plotlines with unsatisfying brevity. Thankfully, most of the major threads are neatly resolved. Jeremy Piven’s performance as charismatic monster Ari Gold is as majestic as ever, keeping the show ticking over so that the writers can (for the most part) focus on concluding Vince, Eric, Drama and Turtle’s respective dilemmas. While the core four cast members (Adrian Grenier, Kevin Connolly, Kevin Dillon and Jerry Ferrara respectively) are solid, Entourage has slowly become Piven’s domain, and it’s the Ari Gold storyline that builds the most tension over the eight episodes. Much of the supporting cast is relegated to minor cameos as the end approaches, which is a shame, as the plethora of incidental characters had become one of Entourage’s most interesting asides. As a whole, the season feels a little rushed, but that’s perhaps testament to the depth of storyline that the previous seven years have boasted, rather than any shortcomings on the actors’ parts. Another six episodes would have offset the feeling that Entourage’s final hurrah was shoehorned in, but, as the boys themselves have shown, you make the best of the hand you’re dealt.