After eight seasons, "Entourage" has finally reached its conclusion - about five seasons too late.

After eight seasons, "Entourage" has finally reached its conclusion - about five seasons too late.

What began as a simple male fantasy tale with a hint of satire has become a contrived, feckless series that can't even get the jokes right anymore.

Maybe that's because last season forwent any attempt at humor to go full-blown Hollywood cliche, with Vince (Adrian Grenier) sleeping with a porn star (Sasha Grey) and getting hooked on coke.

Early on in the series, the stoner/frat boy humor could produce belly laughs, mainly thanks to Drama (Kevin Dillon), but the gags eventually wore thin. So after some horribly bad story arcs, "Entourage" entered more serious territory in Season 5 with Vince's career floundering. It was a short-lived win streak.

"Entourage" later returned to its vapid nature and tried to capture the success of Season 5 with the previously mentioned Charlie Sheen-like chestnut. Boo!

In Season 8, Vince is out of rehab, and Ari (Jeremy Piven) and Eric (Kevin Connolly) are on the outs with their ladies.

The clean-and-sober story offered an intelligent look at how even non-addicts use vices as a release, but then the show wasted it by the end of the premiere with stupid plot development and something about "a good omen and clean slate."

The love on the rocks stuff is pure soap opera, and it hamstrings Piven's incredible ability to be a douche. It also means less Sloan (Emmanuelle Chriqui). Double boo!

As "Entourage" wraps its TV run (with future plans for a movie), there looks to be nothing but triteness on the horizon.