Lothario DiCaprio will end up miserable and alone
Leonardo diCaprio flew to London to attend the Bafta awards on Sunday evening. There he was, his handsome face frozen in that familiar expression of chilly detachment, his pale eyes as cold as pebbles as the flashbulbs exploded around his head.
From the top of his gelled hair to the tips of his patent slippers, diCaprio exuded a victor’s certitude from the moment he stepped on to the red carpet. indeed, he went on to win the best actor award for his portrayal of a frontier fur-trapper in The revenant, a role for which he is hotly-tipped to win — at last! — an oscar.
Certainly, it’s his grittiest film to date. His character survives being buried alive and attacked by a bear — but to be honest, some of us who’ve seen the movie feel that it was the bear who gave the more nuanced performance.
Leonardo just grunts and groans through much of the film, crawling around half-naked and wheezing away with chapped lips for all he is worth. exactly as he does in his private life.
For at the age of 41, Leonardo diCaprio has become Hollywood’s number one toxic bachelor, its biggest lothario and most wretchedly dedicated modeliser.
His carnal appetite seems to be incorrigible, his taste in women immutable. His famous preference is for box-fresh blondes aged 25 and under — usually lingerie models, but any random glamourpuss will do at a pinch. He replaces this much-loved prototype as frequently as some men change their socks.
after the Bafta show, the goatish star latched on to irish television presenter Laura Whitmore, who went back to his hotel suite with others. The next evening he partied at London’s trendy Chiltern Firehouse with 24- year- old lingerie model roxy Horner, who was also invited back to his hotel.
and why not? our boy is unattached and at a loose end after ending a sixmonth relationship with girlfriend Kelly rohrbach. Their break-up came shortly before the blonde swimsuit model celebrated her 26th birthday. Coincidence or strategy?
DiCaprio is the kind of man who blows in like a desert wind, then disappears into the dust before there is time to friend him on Facebook. The list of gorgeous girls grows longer every year, unfurling in his slipstream like the pretty ribbons on a kite.
Some might argue he is a handsome Hollywood millionaire with his pick of willing beauties. if he can’t behave like an emperor of lust, then who can?
Yet what is acceptable at the age of 21 just starts to look sad and seedy two decades on.
if Leo is not careful, he will end up like Jack nicholson, the former wolfish romeo who now rattles around his big Hollywood house on Mulholland drive, watching boxsets and dVds alone with no one to fuss over him in his twilight years. or, even worse, like Hugh Grant. The 55-year-old former heartthrob now has four children under the age of five by two different women, but still can’t commit to anyone except his gorgeous self. in addition, he still spends a ghoulish amount of time with his ex, Liz Hurley.
even George Clooney settled down and got married! Surely diCaprio can do better than this?
Yet no one can match his devotion to the pursuit of the perfect blonde.
To date, he has only had two long term-relationships, each lasted five years and the last one ended a decade ago.
The first was with supermodel Gisele Bundchen, the second with supermodel Bar refaeli. Both women went on to marry and start families. Meanwhile, Leo remains stuck in the aspic of his lasciviousness, bouncing around like a toddler in a particularly wellstocked sweet shop.
His recent parade of pretties has included the actress Blake Lively, assorted Victoria’s Secret models and an 18-month relationship with German model Toni Garrn. in between these frangible attachments he is seen posing on yachts or lying on white sand beaches in St Barts, surrounded by a harem of beautiful women vying for his attention.
and despite this, he always looks as miserable as a man stuck at a Luton bus stop on a wet bank holiday.
ManY might envy his lifestyle, but be careful what you wish for. don’t laugh, but there is clearly a sadness and emptiness to it; diCaprio is like a butterfly collector who becomes less satisfied with each enchanted specimen.
For, ultimately, all that beauty must corrode the soul, especially as he seems not to be interested in intellect or personality, kindness and wit. instead, there is only the eternal chase for a vision of physical perfection; a pursuit that is becoming more unbecoming with every year that passes.
Count up all the strangers and stragglers that he has kissed, the notches and misses, the sincerity that is at the very bottom of his list and what does it all add up to? nothing very much. not a patch on companionship, love and the deep comfort of fidelity and trust.
perhaps such flightiness is only to be expected from a celebrity, selfprofessed environmentalist who hypocritically spends most of his time on superyachts, flying around the world on private jets and accumulating a collection of carbonintensive mega-mansion homes.
While, of course, constantly lecturing everyone else that ‘climate change is humankind’s greatest challenge’. He can’t commit to a proper cause and he can’t commit to a real woman — with one honourable exception. Leonardo diCaprio’s first love, and quite possibly his last, is his beloved mother, irmelin.
She often accompanies him on the red carpet and he pays fulsome tributes to her in his acceptance speeches.
He is an only child and, boy, does it show. For Leonardo diCaprio has everything; all the success, all the riches and all the most beautiful women in the world, but nothing seems to make him happy.
He’s Hollywood’s indulged peter pan. i just hope he grows up before it’s too late.