Vince grabs Kevin and makes sure the Pavarottis know what's up: "Get a picture of me and my brother." Backstory journalist guy exposits, "You used to be on that show, right?" Kevin prickles a little: "Yeah, I used to be on a bunch of shows. Pal." The Pavarottis are like a Greek chorus. That's cool. They should totally do that on a half-hour comedy-drama about celebrity and Hollywood, like have the reporters tell their stories back to them, as a reality check. So high concept. If only there were a show like that on TV. Or, no, not TV at all: HBO. So another Choruser actually says the line, "Vince's brother! What is your name?" It's funny. Just like it was in A League of Their Own. Vince tells his brother's name, adding that "he steals the film." Aww. I realize it's about 76 percent dictated by necessity that they all cover for Kevin's smashable ego, but it's still sweet. Guys can be awful nice to each other sometimes. There's a weird almost-montage of the men making their way down the carpet, and a strange part where Eric's making his way up toward them through the camera guys crowded on the carpet, and Vince holds out his hand toward him like he's drowning or something, and then ruefully realizes that Eric can't catch up, and they smile at each other, and it's weird, because it seems like they're only a couple of feet apart. Vince is sporting the black long-sleeved shirt with the cuffs unbuttoned and flopsy, it's very Byronic-by-way-of-Ermenegildo-Zegna, which should be making this scene all the more effective.
Cut to the after-party, where once again the show blows your mind with its timeliness: "Hey Yeah" by Outkast is playing at the after-party, meaning it takes place last year, and is thus "after" nothing. Like, I know all about how long it takes to license music for stuff like this, and nobody can do anything about it really, but when your whole show is meant to be all "five seconds from now" and "you haven't even heard of this shit yet, Middle America" and "behind the velvet rope," could you, like, try? At all? On The O.C. they have the hit single from five months in the future playing before the album even comes out. Could you politely ask to borrow their time machine? Or at least their box of press releases? Because if I'm wrong, the alternative is that I could go to a Hollywood premiere party tonight and it would be all "Hey Yeah" and "Crazy in Love" and I'd just turn around and walk home because I have so few illusions left, I need to pack them carefully in cotton whenever I leave the house.