L eonardo Wilhelm DiCaprios parents hung a painting above his crib in the grotty 1970s East Hollywood neighborhood of Los Angeles when he was a baby. The painting wasnt an action shot of Peter Rabbit or Curious George. No, it was a reproduction of Dutch painter Hieronymus Boschs three-paneled Garden of Earthly Delights, a dystopian visual description of Eden being found and lost. It is one of DiCaprios earliest memories. You literally see Adam and Eve being given paradise, says DiCaprio, his blue eyes peering above sunglasses ina Miami Beach restaurant that has somehow worked SoHo into its name. Underneath the table he fidgets his feet in and out of canvas loafers. He drifts away for a moment. DiCaprio just finished shooting an interview for a -climate-change film hes making. (Original working title: Are We Fucked? ) Hes already been to India flood plains and the Antarctica polar cap, and now hes not far from Miami playgrounds where he once reputedly left a nightclub with every woman ...