Martin Scorecese is overdue to be recognized as the master craftsman of American movies. Several years ago, I would have thought that title belonged to Stephen Speilberg, until he decided to forget how to make a decent picture. Now he just bores me. Scorcese, in contrast, is able to keep me entranced by the story of a millionaire playboy with poor business sense and obsessive-compulsive disorder. Obsessive hand washing doesn't sound like it would be that captivating, but Leonardo Di Caprio nails it. He also does a pretty good job as Howard Hughes testifying before the Senate. Otherwise, this movie belongs to Marty and his camera and his depiction of the Golden Ages of Hollywood and the Airline giants. And Cate Blanchett. Loved her, too.
the best parts: Cate as Kate (Oscarworthy); another brilliant score by Howard Shore; Leo playing crazy; Leo washing his hands (again); saturated technicolor cinematography; music cameos - especially the Wainwright family (Rufus, Loudon and Martha); Kate Beckinsdale is still a waste of good costuming
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