My sweet dreamboat turned 38 years old yesterday.
God, do I feel like an old fuck. That means he’s going to be 40 soon, and I’m going to be 30 soon. This can’t be happening. I choose to live in denial about age. No matter how old Leo gets, he will forever be 23 to me, Leo hair and all.
He’s certainly come a long way since the skinny kid in This Boy’s Life, where he blew everyone out of the water in his portrayal of the young man growing up and battling his flaky mother and abusive stepfather. I almost cried when, a few weeks ago, Robert DeNiro himself made a comment in passing that “Leonardo DiCaprio has taken my place in Marty’s movies.”
Leo has said on multiple occasions over the years how much he admires Robert DeNiro. And then there’s his love affair with Martin Scorcese. If someone collected every admirable thing he had to say about that man, they would end up with a book. In fact, in an interview with Parade, Scorcese revealed how he heard about Leo:
“I first heard about Leo from Robert De Niro,” Scorsese told Parade.
“He told me in passing, ‘I just did this thing called This Boy’s Life with this kid named Leo DiCaprio. He’s really good. You should work with him some day’. And he rarely says that.
How nice to have your career come full-circle like that. As someone standing on the sidelines cheering for Leo for years now, it’s nice to see how he’s handled himself as a man and as an actor. He’s one of the few 90s hearthrobs (I hate that word) who hasn’t totally fucked themselves up. Instead, he’s grown into a conscientious person with a discerning eye for movie scripts.
Happy Birthday, Leo. Here’s to many more.