We enjoy sex. We enjoy dogs. And we enjoy Leonardo DiCaprio. But, maybe not all at once? Leo’s The Wolf of Wall Street paramour Margot Robbie told the New York Post their love scenes weren’t exactly the stuff of fantasies, thanks to a canine costar who makes a cameo appearance in one scene:
“We [had to] entice this dog to jump in the bed and bite at Leo’s feet . . . so we had dog trainers at the end of the bed [with] dog treats . . . we’re putting chicken liver on Leo’s toes. We’re in a small room, it’s hot, it’s sweaty, it smells like dog food.”
Chicken liver toes are, surely, someone’s exact fetish, and that person is having a great day. Although Robbie insists their simulated intercourse was “the least romantic thing,” it’s nevertheless a relief to see Leo in an on-screen affair that won’t necessarily end with his a) becoming the handsomest popsicle of all time in the frigid North Atlantic, b) getting shot to death while wearing unflattering period bathing garments, or c) needlessly poisoning himself over the apparent suicide of his 13-year-old bride.