Lamenting Leo’s Loss

I was just-re-reading my very first, morning-after Departed review (posted on 9.21.06), and I almost started to tear up a little bit about the Leonardo DiCaprio Best Actor campaign that might have been if the people running Warner Bros. marketing hadn’t cocked things up by deciding to go the favored-nations route and calling him a Best Supporting Actor nominee along with Nicholson, Damon, Wahlberg, Baldwin, etc. Brilliant work, guys.

The Departed doesn’t exactly throb with thematic weight,” I began. “It’s just a feisty, crackling crime film — a double-switch, triple-fake-out dazzler about lies and cover-ups and new lies to take the place of old lies, and about the psychic toll of being a two-faced informer and living in a whirlpool of anxiety and dread. And it’s Leonardo DiCaprio, more than costars Matt Damon, Jack Nicholson, Alec Baldwin or Mark Wahlberg or anyone else, who exudes the vibe of a hunted, haunted animal — a guy so furious and frazzled and inwardly clenched that he can barely breathe.

“Don’t even talk about Leo’s Amsterdam Vallon in Gangs of New York or Howard Hughes in The Aviator or Frank Abagnale in Catch Me If You Can. In fact, somebody ask those guys to please leave the room and wait for us in the car. We’ll be out later.”

Scorsese wins DGA Award

Everyone has been saying the Best Director Oscar is a lock for Martin Scorsese since The Departed began to screen about four and a half months ago, so forgive me if I didn’t breathlessly post last night’s news that he’d won the Directors Guild of America feature directing award. Variety’s Dave McNary didn’t exactly indicate a quickened pulse when he wrote that the trophy “underlines Scorsese status as the front-runner for the Best Director Oscar, to be presented 2.25.”

Super Bowl thoughts

If I had a semblance of a sports gene I’d be looking for the Bears to go all the way, baby. Stay with Barack Obama‘s home team, I’m figuring. I don’t like the Indianapolis Colts because you should never have to tap dance over seven syllables to say a football team’s name. Plus I don’t like Super Bowl games being played at Dolphin Stadium just because it’s warm in Miami. If the guys who run things were men they’d have the game in some colder climate just for the sheer machismo factor. Girls go “ooohhh, I’m freezing”; guys shrug it off and soldier on.