Now you see the great Keanu Reeves, now you don't.
The man is slippery, elusive, different from film to film. In "Speed" he's so cute you're ready to volunteer your services as one of the hostages on that bus. And then in "Chain Reaction," he's suddenly gained 10 kg and is always pushing greasy strands of hair away from his face. In "The Matrix," he's fabulously cool once more, with an ultra-snazzy crew cut that makes blond-locked men look ridiculous in comparison.
The point is, unlike say Tom Cruise and Hugh Grant, Keanu Reeves seems not to care if he's a Greek god in one picture and a slob in another. Consistency, quality control, a permanent brand image -- obviously, these things are not high on his agenda. After all, this is a guy who once said in an interview: "In life, I only care about things that begin with the letter 'f.' You know, food, fighting . . . " You guess the rest.