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PARIS, the Twenty-four hour period Before Halloween
He sits in the black leather berth of a Paris brasserie, a porcelain loving cup one-half full of cappuccino by his elbow, thumbing the screen of his phone with his left hand, which is caked with slashes of dried blood.
"Permit's see, where is it," he says, scrolling. He's searching for a text bulletin he sent to Carrie-Anne Moss, his costar in the Matrix movie franchise, almost two years agone. Keanu Reeves had appeared in the doorway of this restaurant exactly on time, on almost five hours' slumber, just a few minutes ago. It's chosen Le M Colbert, and he was last here for 1 very long nighttime with Jack Nicholson and Diane Keaton, filming the end of the 2003 film Something's Gotta Give. He hasn't gear up foot in the place since.
He was wearing a surgical mask, a blackness knit cap over his long black straw hair, a black motorcycle jacket, and jeans. He showed his proof of vaccination to the maître d'. And he walked into the bright salon of a identify, thirty-foot ceilings and big round bistro lights and brass railings and clinking spectacles and waitstaff in clean white shirts and dark aprons.
As he removed his mask and walked down the center of the restaurant, diners (a expert pct of whom are tourists and are here because of the motion picture), waiters, and bartenders watched him, a surreal, time-warp moment. He was One thousand thousand Ryan stopping into Katz's Deli for a pastrami sandwich.
Is that—?
Does he actually—?
He stopped to chat at a table where someone happened to have worked with his girlfriend, the artist Alexandra Grant. He passed the booth where the famous scene was filmed. People always request that berth, and then it's e'er occupied. Today the adult female sitting where Keanu Reeves sabbatum in the motion picture she loves looked up and saw Keanu Reeves walk right past the booth where Keanu Reeves saturday, and damn almost choked on her escargot.
He's still scrolling, searching for the matter.
"That looks like it hurt," I say afterwards a minute. "Your mitt."
He twists his hand effectually and looks down at information technology, showing a gash that extends from his pinkie clear down the side of his palm, all the way to the wrist bone.
"Oh, yep," he says, then gives a quick tilt of his caput and smiles. "Motion picture shenanigans!"
Keanu is here talking with me to promote The Matrix Resurrections, the quaternary installment in 1 of his gazillion-dollar movie franchises. But the reason he's in Paris is to film John Wick: Chapter four, the 4th installment in his other gazillion-dollar movie franchise.
"We're filming nights now, and I finished at vii o'clock this morning," he says, pulling back his hair, yet damp from a shower. "I but woke up." It'southward i:15 in the afternoon. He coughs a piffling.
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I'thousand notwithstanding looking at his hand. "Does it hurt?"
He looks at me, momentarily dislocated, then realizes I'm the ane who's confused. "Oh, no, this is all movie claret," he says, tickled. "It doesn't all come off in the first launder."
He turns back to his phone, focused. He scrolls through dozens of letters, a blur of alternating bluish and greyness text bubbles, the grayness ones—the other person's—punctuated sometimes with emojis and hearts.
"Pitiful this is taking and so long," Keanu says. An apology, which is surprising because he is doing a favor, searching for a text bulletin I've asked him to find—a bulletin that contains evidence of him doing a favor for someone else, in this case Moss. (She did the emojis and hearts.)
"It's weird going dorsum through these," he says, lost in the text messages the fashion you get when you scroll back in time. "This is very on-betoken for Resurrections."
At present he scrolls in silence. Realizing that there will be a long dead space on my tape recorder, he leans downward and says into information technology loudly, "I'thou still looking up the list."
Toward the terminate of filming Resurrections, Moss had asked him to recommend a few good movies she could watch with her teenage kids. "In the Matrix movies, I've always felt like I was his partner, and he was my partner, in the execution of these characters," Moss told me. "Information technology was never the feeling of, Oh, he's the movie star. His piece of work ethic is unlike anyone I've ever met, and I've seen it up close: He trains harder, works harder, cares more, always asks more and more questions to understand the depth of what nosotros're doing. And while he was doing all of that for himself, he e'er had an eye out for me. Like when I asked him for those movies, it seems like a trivial matter, merely he's and so busy, he's exhausted, and took the fourth dimension to write this very, very thoughtful list."
"It's here somewhere," Keanu says at the restaurant. "Anything else you'd like to talk nigh while I'one thousand scrolling?"
I Month Earlier
Are we into October notwithstanding?
It takes him a second. Non because of the pandemic blur, where time and identify bend and fold over each other and so that daily life has sometimes seemed distorted to the point of beingness unrecognizable. No, information technology takes Keanu a second because he'due south been in Paris for two days—no, wait information technology's . . . yeah, this is the third twenty-four hour period—and in Berlin for half-dozen months before that, filming nights and sleeping until midafternoon (he calls them vampire hours), and he's just packed and unpacked without a stop at domicile, and, well, you sometimes lose track. But aye, it's Oct 2. Or iii. Something like that. Saturday. It's iii o'clock, and he just woke up. He's had some toast with crunchy peanut butter and honey, and he'southward drinking coffee from a drinking glass cup. He has the John Wick beard, which he periodically trims with scissors to go on it the same John Wick length during the long months of the shoot, for consistency.
After his coffee—
Hold on a second.
He looks downwardly at his telephone on the table and smiles. Pitiful. It's not three o'clock. It's four o'clock.
Nosotros're on Zoom. He'southward in Paris merely sitting against a white wall. He could exist anywhere, and often is.
Soon the daily shooting schedule will get more rigorous. The dark shoots will creep into the daylight hours. A 7:00 p.m. telephone call might become a 2:00 p.m. call. He'southward doing physical training. He'south doing fight scenes. Running. Leaping.
So those nights are about to become harder?
"I mean, 'hard'? Come on, man. Nosotros're making a movie!"
He makes a face, laughs.
"Hard?"
Paris is cloudy today, depression sixties, and he'south got the cap and a black zippered fleece. He ever overpacks for these long expeditions—too many clothes, and a handful of books he won't have time to read but likes having with him anyway, though he did merely fly through Problem Boys, a biography of the Replacements that a friend gave him for his birthday.
Information technology's another solar day in a place he doesn't live, working, sleeping, and, when he's not working, "working on work"—the time that goes into training, or running scenes, or developing the next project, or having conversations with people that might lead to something.
And if, amid the travel and the all-night shoots, he wakes upwardly feeling crappy—tired bones, a lilliputian sore throat?
He makes the face again, a disapproving grin.
"So? Drinkable some hot tea with some lemon and honey in information technology. I don't know. Slap yourself in the face." He slaps himself in the face. "Stretch. Concentrate, man. Concentrate."
He's fifty-seven years old. It'southward been more than than two decades since the first Matrix movie came out. Twenty-seven years since Speed. Thirty-two—thirty- ii years!—since he gave Ted "Theodore" Logan to the globe in Bill & Ted's Excellent Hazard. And here he fucking is: filming the new John Wick, promoting the new Matrix. "Simply trying to have a career," he says.
Some of his characters over the years can seem, on the surface, similar the doofiest of boobs—Ted, of course, but see too his lovely performance in a moving picture called The Prince of Pennsylvania. Some are stone-faced and earnest to the point of seeming implacable—Thomas Anderson in The Matrix, Wick, Signal Break's Johnny Utah. But: You lot always kind of know at that place'south something else going on, some knowledge the guy possesses that no one else does. He knows something, and we stick with his characters through the strangest places because they aren't frightened, and we want to know what they know.
He says this just comes from adept scriptwriting, or from the directors. "I'thousand just i of the paints," he says. And you retrieve, Uh-huh, yeah, but no.
There's something he's not revealing.
Does Keanu know something we don't?
When Keanu was about twenty-four, Ron Howard bandage him in 1989'due south Parenthood as a rambunctious teenage dude who liked to race cars and dated a cool, bratty daughter played by Martha Plimpton. Playing Plimpton's younger brother: Leaf Phoenix, who subsequently changed his proper name back to Joaquin and whose real-life older brother was Plimpton'south real-life swain.
That'south how Keanu Reeves met River Phoenix. River lived in Gainesville, Florida, at the time, less than two hours from Universal Studios in Orlando, where Parenthood was filming. Between his girlfriend and his piffling brother, River was on the prepare all the time. Plimpton and Keanu liked each other from the start, she introduced him to River, and then the 3 older kids—and sometimes Leaf, who was only about xiii—started hanging out.
Onscreen, Keanu and Plimpton clicked as an earnest, tortured, heartsick young couple in means that don't always issue from the simple accident of casting.
"We just liked each other," Plimpton says, past manner of explaining why Tod and Julie became 1 of the more memorable teen couples of the late eighties, which is saying something. "Nosotros were friends. We had a adept time together. We went to Disney World. We took route trips. We danced to Michael Jackson'southward album Off the Wall in our trailer together. We liked each other."
Pecker & Ted came out while they were there, and Keanu, Plimpton, and River all went to a theater to encounter it. They all took a motorcycle trip to—where was it, Key West? No one's sure—to see the indie-rock band the Feelies. Plimpton was just 18, but afterward at the bar she was drinking a beer. "We were playing pool, and Keanu went to go to the bath or something, and all the sudden the lights came on and I looked upwardly and there was a cop," she says. "And the cop said, 'Can I come across your ID, please?' And I was like, Ohhh, shit, man. And only then Keanu comes around the corner and goes, 'What did you lot practice? Did y'all take a sip of my beer?' He tried to go me out of information technology."
When he was a picayune boy, Keanu Reeves would sometimes get on the subway all by himself and ride it to the end.
He was a latchkey kid, and he hung out with other latchkey kids, playing street hockey subsequently school until dark in the tree-lined, bohemian section of Toronto called Yorkville. Or they would accept chestnut fights. The chestnuts would fall to the ground in their spiky greenish casings and you'd cleft them open and inside would be this beautiful hard orb that the kids would pelt each other with. But on some afternoons, he wandered off alone to have his rides. In that location were merely two subway lines in Toronto, and he lived well-nigh the center, where they met. I direction dipped down into a U so back once more, or he could caput all the way east out to the Kennedy stop, or up and downwardly—children rode for a quarter, and he could do this for hours.
At the end, when you had to go off, he would walk effectually in an unfamiliar part of the metropolis, looking at the people and the buildings and the stores, an abstraction of the globe he knew, similar merely foreign—his own neighborhood in a weird dream.
He was never frightened. He wanted to see what was out in that location.
To this day, when he finds himself dropped in some new city—which he often does—Keanu feels comfortable more quickly than y'all or I would. He looks effectually, like a character in an Elmore Leonard story who just got off a motorbus, and he can find the high street or the good café or the pool hall in the seedy function of boondocks. If you were dropped in a new city and feeling disoriented, you would want him with y'all. Even when he's lost, he'due south not lost.
"He's a listener," Sandra Bullock says. "And it drives. People. Crazy."
Bullock met Keanu on the prepare of Speed, which came out in 1994. They had friends in common. They had the same publicist, which sometimes meant they wound up at the aforementioned Hollywood event, and they'd get a drinkable subsequently. They never got-together got-together—never. "Nope," she says. She has always maintained that getting-together getting-together would have ruined a swell friendship. "Simply who knows?" she says of a sudden. "Keanu'southward a guy who, I feel similar, is friends with every woman he'southward ever dated. I don't think there's anyone who has something horrible to say about him. So maybe nosotros could have survived. I don't know. Just nosotros didn't have to survive annihilation. We just get to grow upwardly together on parallel roads and tip our hats and meet for a dinner and try to work together. And the longer fourth dimension goes on, the more in awe I am of the human being existence. Would I have been able to say that if he had dumped me and made me aroused? Probably not."
A yr or so after Speed came out, Bullock and Keanu were hanging out, talking most whatsoever, and somehow the subject of Champagne and truffles came up, which is not really a subject at all, only Bullock said, offhand, that she had never had Champagne and truffles. A nothing comment. "Really?" Keanu said. "Nope, never had 'em," Bullock said. The conversation wandered to other topics.
A few days later, Bullock was sitting in the living room of the lilliputian business firm she had bought—her first house—with a girlfriend. They were painting their nails. She heard an engine outside, which turned out to be Keanu's motorbike. He rang the doorbell, and Bullock opened the door to notice him in that location with flowers, Champagne, and truffles. He said, "I merely thought you might desire to effort Champagne and truffles, to see what it's like." He sat on the couch. Bullock poured some Champagne, and they opened the truffles. Keanu put his hands out, without a word, and Bullock painted his nails black, same as hers.
He didn't stay long. He had a date, in fact. He called his engagement, said he would be at that place presently, and left.
"That'south what I mean that it drives y'all crazy," Bullock says. "When I first met him, I would spend as much time as I could filling a silence, simply to experience comfortable. And the more than I jibber-jabbered on, the quieter he would get. And I thought, I don't understand what'due south happening! He's looking at me with optics of confusion. He's quiet. Did I say something to offend him? And then a day or two afterwards, he would arrive with a note or a footling package, saying, 'I thought about what you said.' And he would have his response."
Bullock, who sometimes speaks in spectacular streaks, is serenity for a moment. And so she says, "How many people do you know like that?"
"Anything else you'd like to talk about while I'thousand scrolling?"
A gray rain has started to fall in Paris, but inside Le Chiliad Colbert, waiters whip around carrying plates of roasted chicken and chateaubriand, people are laughing and ordering more than vino, a footling boy in a bow tie stabs a balloon-sized profiterole with his tiny fork—it feels like a holiday. I ask Keanu how he came to chronicle or connect to others so well—it's a theme, something yous read about him and that people keep telling me virtually him. Of course, no one is pious and lovely every moment. ("I shouldn't make him sound like some kind of Zen fucking Buddhist fucking monk," Martha Plimpton says.) Rather, information technology seems similar something we acquire.
"Is it?" he says. "I mean, of course that has to exist a part of it. Just I think there'south a piddling nature/nurture in there. I estimate what isn't nature/nurture?"
I actually am interested in where information technology comes from for him.
"Yeah, in terms of the biological, psychological, cultural, genetic breakdown of my upbringing, I'k sure you lot could put together a agglomeration of stuff at that place, but that's why I mentioned the idea of nature, considering even as a kid, I was pretty empathetic. Okay, wait—here we go. At that place was another listing, but this was the new listing. 'KR New Recommends Pic List.' Then allow'south see, it was like a mix of Reeves movies, and other stuff:
The Neon Demon, A Clockwork Orangish,
Rollerball,
The Bad Batch,
Dr. Strangelove,
Seven Samurai,
Amadeus,
Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Expressionless,
The Evil Dead,
Raising Arizona,
The Large Lebowski,
La Femme Nikita—the French version—
The Professional,
Young Frankenstein,
Blazing Saddles,
Monty Python and the Holy Grail,
The Outlaw Josey Wales,
The Route Warrior: Mad Max 2."
He pauses, even so looking at his phone. Smiles. "Then yeah, that was for her."
When he's dwelling for a stretch and has a twenty-four hours with null to do, he sometimes goes to the movie theatre and sees two, maybe three movies in a twenty-four hour period. He loves, loves, loves movies. Fifty-fifty on an off day while he'due south working—he went to see Dune the other night in Paris. ("Crawly.")
He's made sixty-viii movies, every genre. A Walk in the Clouds: treacly World War II romance. Constantine: supernatural demon stuff. Bill & Ted Face the Music: dudes at fifty. If he met someone who had never heard of him, never seen ane of his movies, and wanted to get to know him, which 3 would he tell that person to starting time with? What is the Keanu Primer? "Getting to know me, or getting to know my work? Because if you're getting to know me—" he says, considering this. "I guess you could do it through my work." He frowns, thinking. "You're gonna give me three? Okay. Three films. Homo. Um. [Long pause.] Oh my gosh. Iii films. Okay, let'south merely first with The Matrix—and when I say The Matrix, permit's do the trilogy—that's i. [Interruption.] And then let's exercise The Devil's Advocate. So allow's do . . . we demand something action-y in there, so allow's exercise Point Intermission."
He sits back in his chair and folds his arms on his chest, tilts his head, and smiles on one side of his mouth.
"Beginning with the piece of cake stuff."
The caput tilt is a Keanu flim-flam, which is perhaps the wrong word because it implies as well much calculation, or deception, on his part. But it'south more than a tic, because it has purpose. Information technology is calculated. He does information technology in character, and he does it as himself, and the power of the head tilt is that it breaks the moment. If a moment is getting as well serious or as well weird or also wearisome, the head tilt tugs things back to reality, or Keanu'southward reality.
There is mystery in the head tilt, making him seem both very present and kind of elsewhere at the same time, and it makes u.s.a. want to go along with him. ("He is a mystery, which makes him even more than mannerly," Diane Keaton says.)
I time in the summer of 2019, Keanu went to a movie theatre to run into John Wick iii. "I didn't know if I was going to get the chance to practice another one, and I just wanted to come across if people liked information technology," he says. "It was absurd when people started laughing during the knife fight in the opening." He laughs a mischievous, little-kid laugh, a tee-hee express mirth. "I went with a friend. I was like, 'Let's go see John Wick 3 earlier it goes.' I love John Wick movies! They're fun!" He is smiling, optics wide, speaking faster, with more excitement—speaking almost every bit if he were not the actor playing John Wick. "I wanted to be with an audience, because I didn't know if I would get to see information technology again, or if another one would happen. I wanted to soak information technology in, to encounter it on the big screen—these movies are made for the big screen. We got popcorn—you gotta have popcorn. Some Peanut M&G'southward. Sweet and savory. Coca-Cola."
Head tilt.
He slips into an sometime-timey vox: "Watch a picture prove!"
He left home at eighteen not having graduated from any of the four high schools he attended, and at twenty he left Toronto, driving a 1969 British racing-dark-green Volvo 122 straight to Los Angeles. He read Philip Thou. Dick and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and William Gibson. Head-tilt kind of stuff. He read Shakespeare again and again.
Sometime around 1990, having appeared in a dozen or so movies already, he read a script that was inspired by Henry 4 chosen My Ain Private Idaho, by Gus Van Sant, the story of a couple hustlers finding their way in the world, drastic to get closer to the signal of it all. He made that movie with River Phoenix. And and then, six or seven years afterwards, he read The Matrix, a screenplay by Lana and Lilly Wachowski. "I simply mainlined information technology," he says. "I idea"—Jimmy Cagney phonation—"Well, this is up my aisle! I'd had some of that idea training, reading about multi personality universes and perspectives. Then when I came across the script, thinking about this reality and this matrix, and then anime agents and the idea of thought control or what's reality, and virtual reality—yes, I felt pretty at abode in those.
"Those are stories and perspectives on storytelling that I prefer. There's always a relationship—a drama, a circumstance—in storytelling. But for me, it's cool when a piece of work of fine art can entertain but also be inspirational or challenging or—I'm gonna bring up ye olde Bard—hold the mirror up. Information technology'due south much more than rewarding considering it ways that you're getting into information technology. Request questions. Looking at the diamond and seeing which means the light refracts and reflects. It can be everything from 'Be excellent to each other' in the circumstances of Neb and Ted, and those characters going against all odds, to The Matrix, which is, yous know, 'What truth?' Confronting systems of control and thinking nigh will, and love, and who we are and how nosotros are. Even back to River's Edge: a grouping of high school kids and a murder. What are the choices they make? So the bear upon of engineering science in storytelling: playing A Scanner Darkly, or even Johnny Mnemonic. The journey of Fiddling Buddha, working with Bertolucci and being introduced in a very very very very very very very broad way to Buddhist exercise and thought. The notion of impermanence and connection to one'south own torso and idea and feeling, and sensorially your relationship to the world and significant. And existence confronted by one's own anatomical heed. Existence introduced to meditation and what that is and to have mind-expanding experiences without any other stimulus besides intention, thought, and sitting. Information technology really does kind of unfold to: Wow, there is a lot more going on! What's going on?"
No head tilt. Keanu shifts in his chair and stares straight ahead.
In that location'due south a moment in Parenthood when Reeves's dude-bro character, Tod, gives a terrific fiddling speech to his girlfriend'south mom, played past Dianne Wiest. Now, throughout most of the story, Tod is the mom'south enemy, a wannabe man, maybe not then bright, stealing her daughter into adulthood. Simply then he does his monologue while drinking milk from the carton in her kitchen.
"I guess a boy Garry's age really needs a man around," Wiest'south character says, referring to how Tod has go an unlikely father figure for her thirteen-yr-one-time son. "Yes, well," Tod says, guzzling milk. He stops, points a pinkie at her: "Depends on the man. I had a human being around. He used to wake me up in the morning by flicking lit cigarettes at my head. 'Hey, asshole! Get up and brand me breakfast.' You lot know, Mrs. Buckman, you need a license to buy a dog or drive a car. Hell, you need a license to catch a fish. But they'll let any barrel-reaming asshole be a father."
He gazes off for just a 2d, snaps to, and looks Wiest correct in the center. Then he shudders and makes a bluurhrh sound, as if he's shaking off a big insect or a bad memory, and says, "Well, I'm gonna pick up Julie."
30-two years later, Plimpton remembers it: "That'southward him. That little shudder. He added that. That's his fiddling impact. I thought information technology was fucking brilliant. It was hilarious. And and so him. So dearest. And so. Beloved. I just love that moment in the picture."
I ask Plimpton if she picked up whatsoever bit of wisdom from her time with Keanu, a lesson that's stuck with her. Without hesitating, she says, "Oh, yep. Oh, yeah. I retrieve it's a sense of forgiveness. Of myself."
To hear others talk about Keanu, he seems nearly Confucian in his ability to understand people. And to heed to them.
Is that the thing he knows? People. That information technology's about the other people. He loves movies, yep. Loves stories. He tin can't stop working—sixty-eight films in thirty-5 years. More stories, ever more stories. Ye olde Bard. Hold the mirror upward.
Bad things happen in life, inexplicable things. Keanu has seen people disappear: his father, who wasn't around; later, an unborn child, lost in the savage randomness of prenatal bloodshed; a life partner, lost in a machine accident. And his friend River, to a drug overdose, when River was twenty-three and Keanu was twenty-viii. In our Zoom call, I ask about him.
"He'due south a—"
Keanu cuts himself off and smiles downward. Caput tilt. What tripped him up was the word he'southward. He is. Nowadays tense.
"It'south weird speaking well-nigh him in the past," Keanu says, almost thirty years afterward River's expiry. "I hate speaking about him in the past. So I nearly always gotta go along it present. He was a really special person, so original, unique, smart, talented, fiercely creative. Thoughtful. Brave. And funny. And night. And light. It was bully to have known him. To—yeah. Inspirational. Miss him."
Bullock was close friends with Samantha Mathis, who by 1993 was dating River. All three had starred in the Peter Bogdanovich country-music moving-picture show The Affair Chosen Dear that year. When River died, production had begun on Speed. Bullock was getting to know Keanu.
"I watched how Keanu grieved. And oh, did he grieve for his friend," she says. "He's very individual, but he couldn't hide that. And just to see that a human being like that was able to grieve. And I remember thinking, God, if that'due south the tip of the iceberg of his depth, and his level of dearest and care for a friend—that just draws you in."
Of class, we've all lost people. And we all react in different ways. For him it seems to inform everything he does: We're all in information technology together, searching for . . . any people search for.
"I think you do all y'all can for the ones you love," he says. "And that can plough into agreement a trivial chip of what other people go through. Being able to understand that, and share some of it, you see if mayhap there are things that yous can do. Knowing that mayhap you can offering something, if they're in a situation or in a moment that isn't articulate, or they experience like they don't know how to exist or what to exercise. If someone comes to you lot for help—that shared feel, where yous can take a chat. You oasis't walked in their shoes, but you know a bit of the road that they've been on."
I tell him I like to retrieve I've been there for people, but I truly don't know if I take.
"We can always do more. We tin can always do more. In that location's no ceiling on that." Head tilt, grin. "And you tin can't do everything. Yous can't do it all."
Resurrections, who knows—the Wachowski sisters, Lana and Lilly, who wrote and directed the starting time iii, said they weren't even going to exercise this one. (Lilly was not involved in Resurrections.) Keanu says there'due south no dream projection simmering in the dorsum of his mind, no favorite novel he wants to adapt and star in, no genre he'due south burning to try.
Simply trying to take a career, he says. (Bullock has a thought: "I would love nothing more than than to do a comedy with Keanu before nosotros dice. Just laugh with him. He'due south funny. We can be seventy-five—it'll exist even improve then, like an old-people Cocoon thing. We play ii funny old people. A road trip. Just put usa in an RV as quondam people. It'll be the bookend of Speed! Nosotros'll just be driving really slowly. Pissing the world off. At that place's our movie.")
Winona Ryder, who has known Keanu for xxx-five years and starred with him in iv movies, says information technology's the stories that proceed him going. "He's always ready to explore uncharted landscapes of both graphic symbol and storytelling," she says. "He understands that in telling the story, you have to allow that human mystery to live."
At Le Grand Colbert, I enquire him if it made him self-conscious, my request those questions nearly why people like him so much, and where his reputation for, well, kindness came from.
"Um," he says, smiling a little. "Yep. I mean, I don't think I necessarily desire to be like, 'Yeah!' I don't know." He busts out a kind of Ted Logan phonation. "I'm just livin', homo."
When we lose people in life, possibly it reminds the states that life is curt and all that.
He changes voices once again, much quieter, and looking downward simply a little bit: "Yeah, for sure." And and so: "For sure."
"Information technology's a cliché, I guess," I say.
He looks up right away and says, "No, but it'due south real."
He gathers his lid and a sweatshirt, everything black, and steps out to the street. He'll get straight from hither to come across with a horse trainer. "At that place's a sequence—hopefully, knock on woods," he knocks on forest—"in John Wick 4, the opening sequence. John Wick is back in the desert on a horse. I'1000 going to hopefully be able to fast-gallop and run."
"And you know how to do that?"
"Ish. That's why I'm going to grooming."
A few patrons follow him outside, repent, and inquire for a selfie. A few people don't repent. The maître d' is trying to find out how long he'll be in town, because he wants to introduce him to someone; Keanu says softly, kindly, more politely than peradventure the homo is to him, "Thank you, merely probably non."
The man looks surprised. "Why non?"
"Fourth dimension and piece of work," Keanu says.
He walks downwardly the wet street, past buildings hundreds of years onetime, on his fashion to see the horse trainer, so he can finish telling this story, and so some other i, and so another one.
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