Celebrity profiles must somehow convey the legitimacy of their star power, some undeniable quality that explains their image over-saturating our screens. With women, that quality is generally defined by sex appeal, and that sex appeal is generally written about by men.
Olivia Wilde, the planet’s last surviving Cro-Magnon woman, recently revealed to Howard Stern that she was turned down for the role of Leonardo DiCaprio’s wife in 2013's The Wolf of Wall Street because of her impressively old age.
The first five minutes of Vinyl’s two-hour series premiere are a meditation, of sorts. It’s Martin Scorsese and Terence Winter’s HBO series about rock ‘n’ roll in 1973 New York, so you’re expecting a modicum of grit, but even still, the image of a mop-haired Bobby Cannavale buying, then contemplating, then snorting a…
I loved The Wolf of Wall Street (mostly for all the Jonah Hill aspects), but this honest trailer of the film really nails all the things its die-hard fans want to ignore.
So go ahead an "watch as [DiCaprio] yells his way to an Oscar nomination."
Dear Man I Sat Next to at the 3:10pm showing of Wolf of Wall Street at the Regal Cinemas L.A. LIVE Stadium 14,
Despite what you may have heard on your local Internets, The Wolf of Wall Street is not a misogynist film. It is instead a vivid portrayal of misogyny (and greed, and cruelty, and selfishness, and institutionalized sociopathy). And you should see it. Really.
Warning: Spoilers ahead.
So I saw The Wolf of Wall Street last night. And it was a pretty good movie! The rest of this post is going to be full of spoilers, so if that bothers you, stop reading.