Dear Keanu,
It is your old friend Jack. Ok, I am not your friend and you are older than I am, so I suppose that makes me a bit of a liar. Or you could say that it makes me an actor, an actor just like you. See, this is not personal, but you seem to have a very limited ability to play a role convincingly, at least anything complicated or somewhat sophisticated.
That is not such a nice thing to say, but this is my blog and I am not one to always hold back.
You make buckets of money for doing an ok job. I can’t fault you for that, I commend you. It is not often that mediocrity is so well rewarded. But it gives me hope, hope for the future.
It makes me believe that I can have a career as an actor. Jack can act a little, or maybe that is Jack acts like he is little. Doesn’t matter, all I know is that people like you and Bill Shatner comfort me as I know that there is a chance that Hollywood will learn to love me.
And while you’re at it, don’t forget John Travolta. If you want to be PC, you should also add Tara Reid and Kate Beckinsale to the list! (My gosh, “Pearl Harbor” was a nightmare!)
Whatever happened to Matt Dillon, he disappeared.
I disagree about Tom. I think he’s got range: he can go from smiling to not smiling like THAT!
And I’m seeing Constantine tonight.
And, don’t leave out Tom Cruise, who has no range whatsoever. Talk about overrated.