So there

I heart Keanu Reeves, and I don’t care who knows it. I once stood in line for hours to get into Club Congress in Tucson, Arizona to see Dogstar, which, even I have to admit — sucked. But still, I got to see Keanu! in person! and I was close to him. Easily within a good lunge. But I restrained myself, at least until later, when my friend S and I tried to sneak onto his bus, but that’s a story for another time.

I’ve long been impressed by how thoughtfully and cogently he expresses himself in interviews, and although he often appears self-absorbed, what Hollywood star doesn’t? After all, the interviewer is probably asking questions about him not about WMDs or Iran or whether the US should shoot down North Korea’s test missile, should they be silly enough to launch it. I really, really wish interviewers would ask him those questions.

And he’s pretty. Very, very pretty.

But even I haven’t had the temerity to defend Keanu’s acting. Really, much of it is just embarassing — A Walk in the Clouds anyone? And even when it’s good, he relies overly on his lovely, lovely body to make a point, perhaps fearing to take on any non-stoic facial expression for fear of adding a wrinkle to his astonishingly smooth face (it’s easy to forget he’s 41). And his delivery is often wanting.

But The Jay at Blogcritics has developed an impressive set of points in defense of Keanu’s acting. And reading through them has made me rethink my position on his acting abilities. I said rethink, not revise. I’ve not come to any conclusions yet. That may require me to re-watch all of his movies, which could take some time. I’m even willing to re-watch A Walk in the Clouds — in the name of science of course. It’s got nothing to do with that love scene. Nothing at all, I swear.

Posted on June 21st, 2006 by Katxena