You may be right, I may be crazy... FOR DICAPRIO!

I figured it was about darn time for me to scribble out another blog. It seems that when I write a blog about a movie, I'm usually a decent handful of years behind the curve, and therefore what I have to say isn't all that relevant, but guess what! This time it's different, and it's different in a way that will make it seem not quite so different. And by that I mean this time is not so different. I'm thinking of the movie I watched over at my friend's house a handful of months ago: Blood Diamond. I thought it really was a pretty intense and tragic film. Intense because of all the inherent drama, the explosive gun battles, the utter severity and direness I felt for nearly its entire duration. Tragic because I wasn't entirely convinced that Leonardo Dicaprio new precisely what accent he was trying to pull off. It was kind of funny to hear him talk when he was laying the patented "Leo" brand mack moves (which simply means he is somewhere where people can see him) on Jennifer Connely, but awkward and uncomfortable when one of the 6,883,205 stomach churning mass murder scenes that are in the movie happened to come up. To me Dicaprio's "Rhodesian" dialect sounded British (as a lovely new person in my life pointed out when we were coincidentally talking about this very thing recently, kind of a "southern/British hybrid"), and maybe it's supposed to be, but I heard British in a manner which, if he were actually speaking to someone from the UK, he might receive either a hearty laugh or a an even more hearty fist in the stomach (however a typical Brit would react to a clumsy insult). Now, in all fairness, I know next to nothing about Rhodesia, aside from the spelling if Google is to be trusted, so maybe Leonardo nailed it. Maybe he did a terrific job in every facet of playing the great white savior. If so, then I am more than happy to extend my apologies. If not, then congratulations to him on being so adorable anyway.