What Now, Ash Avildsen’s debut as director, writer, and actor, explicitly invokes the name of Entourage only once. But every frame of this nigh-on unwatchable film is suffused with that ghastly program’s regressive gender politics, brutal absence of wit, underlying mean-spiritedness, and prevailing tone of proud douchery. The premise of Avildsen’s 100-minute assault on good taste bears a striking resemblance to that of Entourage — a pack of Neanderthals ranging from merely thick-skulled to irritating to despicable trolls L.A. for tail and a shot at the big time. But What Now piles on progressively worse ideas until the end product is a hateful, exhausting, and occasionally baffling monstrosity all its own.
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