Ellin has been involved in a number of projects since "Entourage" left the air a year ago, Deadline notes, having worked on a comedy pilot with Ed Burns that wasn't picked up, and another HBO project, the Spike Lee/John Ridley boxing drama "Da Brick" which saw a similar fate (that was the project set to star John Boyega from "Attack the Block" – allow it). The report describes the project as starting about six months after the television series left off. “There are interesting developments about Ari as a studio head, and that’s still the first page for me," Ellin told Deadline. "But foremost is the friendship between the guys who are still hanging out and going to fun parties, and it continues with the same characters.” Hanging out and fun parties? These are two touchstones of narrative film that we cannot wait for Ellin to explore.
It should be noted, in the interest of transparency, that we have not seen more than probably 45 minutes of "Entourage," total, in its entire run. That's because every time we turn it on there are a bunch of douchey guys talking about women or doing coke or generally acting like cavemen recently unfrozen from slabs of ice.
Apparently Ellin and Deadline's reclusive mastermind Nikki Finke are on friendly terms. He recently emailed her, “I have you in a scene currently. The world wants you on camera!” Which we're sure flattered her before she retreated to her walled, cat-filled castle and threatened Bret Easton Ellis some more.
The intent, it seems, is to follow in the series' footsteps and be a loud, crass, R-rated hootenanny. Ellin told Deadline that Wahlberg is eager to see the project get off the ground, telling the site that Wahlberg keeps promising “to kill me if I don’t write faster. Every time I see him, Mark says, ‘I’ve made 5 movies this year. Get going!' " Look for a similar exchange to feature in the movie, along with 45 minutes worth of the little on complaining about his girlfriend.
"Sex And The City 3: This Time It's For Bros" the "Entourage" movie to arrive in theaters at half past who-the-fuck-cares.