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During the height of Covid, I decided to make my way through Martin Scorsese’s filmography. (That project is still ongoing, but so is the pandemic.) Call it an early Boy Movies venture; Scorsese is a peak boy movies director, and no one is better at telling stories of men who destroy themselves in their quests for power. Scorsese is always right, always eating the girls up on Instagram, and should maybe host the Oscars. I love the man. I can’t not uplift an old Italian guy with strong eyebrows.
Something I think about a lot is what Scorsese and his muse Leonardo DiCaprio talk about. Like, the art of cinema? I guess? That seems like something Leo theoretically cares about, despite spending so much time …
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