As a cinema goer, I always eagerly anticipate the arrival of a new Leonardo DiCaprio movie.
Leo, as blandly obnoxious as he can be, generally heralds the arrival of a major film event. His intense star wattage notwithstanding, it seems unlikely that Martin Scorsese consistently collaborates with him to ensure a healthy box office. No, DiCaprio has managed that exceedingly rare balance of bankability and credibility.
Many have marvelled at the striking differences between DiCaprio’s latest multiplex offerings: Baz Luhrmann’s long-delayed The Great Gatsby and Quentin Tarantino’s Django Unchained.
































