Letters to Leo | Little White Lies

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Let­ters to Leo

12 Jan 2016

Collage of three men's faces in purple and black, with handwritten text and heart shapes around them.
Collage of three men's faces in purple and black, with handwritten text and heart shapes around them.
A self-con­fessed Leonar­do DiCaprio fan­girl pens a series of pas­sion­ate let­ters describ­ing how she fell in and out of love with The Revenant star.

Wednes­day 21 Jan­u­ary, 1998

Oh Leo!!!

Last night was the Lon­don pre­mière of Titan­ic in Leices­ter Square. I was so excit­ed that you were com­ing to my town. Ever since Romeo + Juli­et, your sen­si­tiv­i­ty has over­whelmed me like an apothecary’s potion. You tend to play wound­ed peo­ple. I cry for them and wor­ship you for bring­ing them to life with pow­er and nuance. I feel like your char­ac­ters are real and I’m real­ly con­nect­ed to this slip of a man with dra­mat­ic eye­brows and flaw­less­ly serene fea­tures. When I have sleep­overs with my friends, I’m allowed to rent videos from Block­buster and always cam­paign for your films. So far I’ve seen: The Bas­ket­ball Diaries, This Boy’s Life, What’s Eat­ing Gilbert Grape and The Quick and the Dead. You’re so emo­tion­al in your per­for­mances and espe­cial­ly good at cry­ing. I’m emo­tion­al, too. I wish you could know me like I know you.

My plan was to come down to the Titan­ic pre­mière and see you. Per­haps you’d notice me as you walked past, our eyes would meet across the red car­pet, you’d come over and I’d con­jure up some­thing so pow­er­ful to say that our lives would be for­ev­er inter­laced. I know that makes me sound crazy, like Annie in Stephen King’s Mis­ery’ (I read a lot. Do you?) I didn’t exact­ly believe that any of this would hap­pen but the mere thought of it brought tears of joy to my eyes. But then my mum wouldn’t let me go!!! She said I was too young – as if age means any­thing to feel­ings. I cried for hours, mourn­ing our love from beneath my Romeo + Juli­et poster. Maybe our paths will cross again some day.

All my love,
Sophie xox­ox­oxo

Thurs­day 16 Novem­ber, 2006

Dear­est Leonardo,

It’s great that Mar­tin Scors­ese has fol­lowed mil­lions of admir­ing fans and fall­en for your charms. I’m excit­ed to see your career progress with such dis­cern­ment. You’re nev­er over-exposed. You choose a peach role, give it your all, then move on, but not with too much speed. It’s clear that you’re enjoy­ing the perks of an A‑list lifestyle *wink wink*.

For a while I con­tin­ued to loy­al­ly watch every­thing you were in. I watched Celebri­ty and was dis­ap­point­ed to find that you had such a small part. I don’t quite know why you stopped being the most excit­ing aspect of my cin­e­ma-going expe­ri­ence, but I do believe that the heart must go on. As you are a sym­bol of a qual­i­ty films, I’m keep­ing up, and with each per­for­mance am flushed with pride. You’re like a plucky kit­ten that has grown into a big cat with glossy capa­ble mus­cles – for dra­ma and com­e­dy! The Beach, The Avi­a­tor and The Depart­ed are all under my belt. But I’m sav­ing what I hope to be the best till last: Catch Me If You Can.

Steven Spielberg’s rol­lick­ing caper looks to be the per­fect show­case for your twinkly-eyed, sil­ver-tongued, light-fin­gered, Romeo-on-the-run rou­tine. You’re a 28-year-old play­ing a high-school stu­dent play­ing a 28-year-old – a helix of imper­son­ation that suits you to a tee. Right now, you’re at this fas­ci­nat­ing junc­ture between teen heart­throb and man of the world. It’s the per­fect time to play a con artist whose job is made easy by the fact that every­one he meets, after he starts role-play­ing, wants a piece of him. I bet you enjoyed that role and rel­ished the fact that we have no way of know­ing where Frank ends and you begin.

Yours fond­ly,
Sophie x

Tues­day 12 Jan­u­ary, 2016

Dear Mr DiCaprio,

You remain a con­sis­tent­ly mag­net­ic per­former. You nev­er phone it in. Direc­tors who are lucky enough to have you as their lead­ing man must watch char­ac­ters com­ing alive in ways that they nev­er dared to dream. But, if I may be so bold, are you play­ing it safe, pres­tige art-house style? Just as you have a type when it comes to romance (young, blonde, a mod­el) you have a type when it comes to direc­tors (old, male, a name). No doubt you will find it impu­dent that I am wad­ing into your per­son­al affairs like this!

But if you’re still read­ing, Leo – my dear, dar­ling, vir­tu­oso Leonar­do – I implore you, take a chance! Your name alone could get a film made. Scors­ese doesn’t need you, Clint East­wood doesn’t need you, Baz Lurhmann doesn’t need you, Ale­jan­dro González Iñár­ritu doesn’t need you. And shall I tell you what you don’t need? A shiny gold stat­uette. You don’t need to eat a fuck­ing bison heart for them, babe. Eat one to please your­self, by all means, but not for peer approval. You are an excep­tion­al tal­ent and his­to­ry will see you that way. Fuck trin­kets when you already have the pow­er to draw mil­lions of eyes to inter­est­ing, mar­gin­alised, pro­found material.

You don’t play losers any­more. You play rugged anti-heroes that gen­er­al­ly suf­fer from a posi­tion of priv­i­lege, rich­es and swag­ger­ing cap­i­tal­ist alpha male val­ues. J Edgar wield­ed great pow­er, dit­to Calvin Can­die, Jay Gats­by and nat­u­ral­ly, your wolf of Wall Street. Hugo Glass starts The Revenant as a vul­ner­a­ble fig­ure but his arc is basi­cal­ly the emer­gence of a car­i­ca­ture of vengeance-obsessed mas­culin­i­ty. The last time you took a chance on a com­plex nobody of a char­ac­ter for an unknown direc­tor was in 2001 for Don’s Plum, a film you have capa­bly sought to bury. I tracked it down, Leo. The writer of said film, Dale Wheat­ley, is on a mis­sion to free Don’s Plum’. I found that plum and I tast­ed it. The film is a fail­ure but an inter­est­ing one.

I won­der where you might go from here. At 41 you’re essen­tial­ly in your prime. Decades of reward­ing cre­ative work and dis­cov­ery lay ahead, if you want it. Please, Leo, take a risk on a small­er, more per­son­al films; col­lab­o­rate with unproven but promis­ing tal­ent. Play weird under­dogs and imbue them with a vital­i­ty that is your own. It’s your true gift.

Sin­cere­ly,
Sophie

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