DiCaprio isn’t too bad as a pissy kid; indeed, he seems to be the only cast member who can actually act.
This was the first DiCaprio film to be released after the success of Titanic.
Leo went full Brando in this overbaked adaptation of Jim Carroll’s memoir about his teenage descent.
Clint Eastwood’s long, lumbering, awkward biopic about the man who changed the face of American surveillance.
DiCaprio brings the required amount of breathless desperation to his role as a CIA operative.
It was very early in his career, the blink-and-you-miss-him brevity of his appearance is a little odd.
Agnieszka Holland’s literary epic about the tempestuous, forbidden affair between 19th century poets Paul Verlaine.
The film, about two estranged sisters reuniting when one needs a bone marrow transplant, is a fairly predictable.
The two actors play well off against one another — with DiCaprio’s likable sleazebag contrasting nicely with Hounsou’s desperate.
The film is also often undercut by random, irritating bits of arty, faux-poetic stylization, which mark it as a mid-Nineties curio.