Leo DiCaprio Got Fat

Leo DiCaprio Got Fat

So did Vincent D’Onofrio. They started off lean and mean, but made the catastrophic error of eating carbs and steak. Now they rock Jabba the Hutt level jowls. Seriously those flesh pockets jiggle on well after the actors stop talking. Of course, being movie stars, they have been sent down the trap door of shame to wallow in their extra large Dad bods. Oh wait… no they haven’t. The film industry trap door of grey hair and fat shaming is only for women. Leo and Vincent can still play lovers, criminals, good guys or whatever, and as long as they don’t try to pull off superman in full body tights without digital enhancements they can still get a paycheque. Hell, they can still catch a net full of bikini wearing supermodels if they push back from the buffet long enough to reach out and grab some. Yes, they can still star in a movie and convincingly play the husband or lover of a slim trophy female. Suit makers will install compression panels in the alpha males’ undergarments and they will walk confidently like a big horny silverback in front of the cameras. They feel loved and sexy. Or maybe they will go commando and forgo compression and let it all hang out even if they haven’t seen their gear in two years… they know it is still there, and that they can still get somebody to touch it. I was thinking about which people should worry about being fat in Hollywood. Clearly my list didn’t include Tina Fey, yet there she was in knee to boob elastic girdle garments handing her dress to David Letterman. If she feels she has to wear that blood clogging gear, what hope is there for Rebel Wilson and Melissa McCarthy? Those women have to live in a world that considers them invisible unless they pare down to the weight of their current left leg. One would think that they wouldn’t ever get a good gig, so they have to be super extra talented, and probably wear the tightening gear, but only on the red carpet. Another example of the impossible is Gabourey Sidibe playing the rather buxom lead in Precious honoured by the Academy. Could it be that there is a change in wind for the land of white teeth and fake boobs? An obese black girl taking the red carpet by storm? About time say I. Still I remain dubious. Unless I see a convincing romance between Kathy Bates and Hugh Jackman, in a movie or real life, I am skeptical. They are 20 years and 50 pounds apart. I can picture your raised eyebrow at the mere thought of a doughy...