A Hastily Flung Confection Threatens To Tear Hollywood's Favorite 'Sons' Apart
While we must admit that we haven't yet gotten around to watching the entire premiere of Sons of Hollywood—the real life Entourage, we're told!—spending a mere ninety seconds immersed in the cotton-candy-flinging, kids-of-millionaires-on-the-verge-of-a-slapfight grit of the show reminds us why we need HBO's sanitized version of The Life: This shit is too real, yo. When Turtle and Drama talk smack, we know they're inevitably headed towards a tender, third-act reconciliation; when it's hardened heir Randy Spelling and Rod Stewart's troubled progeny trading angry insults, there's a palpable fear that a spoiled jackass's feelings may get hurt so profoundly that even a "Hug it out, bitch," won't be able to heal their rift.