HBO bros hug it out on the big screen. Review by Brandon Wolfe Sometimes television shows are cut down too soon and are reborn as feature films to fill the hole left in the hearts of the fans and the creators. So great is the sense of premature loss, the feeling that the characters never got to achieve their full potential, that, through sheer tyranny of will, a final act manages to materialize, however improbably. Firefly and Veronica Mars were shows like this. Entourage was not. It was a show that profoundly lacked any true sense of purpose after its second season, yet continued onward for an additional six anyway. There were no untapped reservoirs to explore in any of its single-note characters, no daring storylines it had the slightest interest in tackling. Entourage , unusual for a premium cable series, was a rudderless hangout show, happy to keep the party going for as long as its parent network was willing to foot the bill. Now Entourage is a movie, not because it has a...