Just for the hell of it.
Actually, I caught some of The Matrix on TV over the weekend, and on top of remembering how disappointed I was with how terrible the two sequels were, it also got me pondering the Riddle of the Keanu. Here's a guy who is, yes, granted, beautiful to look at, but by most accounts cannot act and is sort of an unfortunate joke when it comes to talking about actors. If someone says someone went to the Keanu Reeves School of Acting, it's not meant as a compliment.
Yet, the guy's had a really long career, keeps to himself mostly, and I never find myself rooting against him.
He's often just cast correctly in places where we need a bit of a cipher (Neo, for one; Jack Traven in Speed for another), but he's actually been good on several occassions. His redneck wife-beater in The Gift oozed greasy menace; his turn as a spacey dentist in Thumbsucker summed up the whole mood of the film succinctly; he got a lot of shit for what he was doing in Constantine but I loved his stop-between-every-word-for-a-breath delivery; and, of course, the Ted.
And then he's got The Lake House coming out this weekend, the previews of which make my soul slough off. Groan.
But I'm really excited for A Scanner Darkly, so he rises back once more. Keanu knows what he's doing. Plus, he's reunited with his Bram Stoker's Dracula costar Winona Ryder, whom I've missed dearly. Welcome Home, Roxy Carmichael!
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