Hollywood Gives Up: Keanu Reeves to Play Dr. Jeckyl/Mr. Hyde

This story is based on true events.

DATELINE: Hollywood.In an expansive conference room, casting agents sift through a flotilla of headshots and resums, sweat beading on their foreheads, every brain working feverishly, empty bottles of sparkling spring water piled in the corners and on the center of the table.

"He's got to have range," mutters one, for the 20th time that night.

Hes got to be dynamic, says another as she pushes a stack of headshots away in disgust.

Literary, intelligent, yet capable of great savagery. A terrifying genius. This from the oldest among them, the acknowledged master of the art of casting. He flips through the script again, searching for inspiration that will not come. The cover page reads Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Dammit! shouts one of the agents. Were trying to cast a role played by Spencer Tracy, Fredric March, Jack Palance, John Barrymore! Who in Hollywood can possibly live up to such performances?

Ive got it! says the old man. The others turn to him with mooning faces, ready to kneel at the altar of his wisdom. Ive got it, he repeats like a mantra. And, with a suitable pause for effect

Keanu. Fucking. Reeves.

The announcement stuns the room. Collective gasps are enjoyed by all, and a deep silence falls over the table. Finally:

Butwhat? Keanuuh

I think youre thinking of Christopher Reeves, says an intern sheepishly. And he died, sir.

The old man grumbles from deep inside his chest. I know that, you idiot! Who do you think delivered the eulogy?! I said Keanu Reeves and I meant Keanu Reeves!

The other agents all suck air through their back molars simultaneously. One of them mouths the word awkward.

Hes got to have range, mutters someone, for the 21st time that night.

No, right, I know, explains the elder. I was giving up.

Relief washes over them. Oh! OK. Then strippers and hookah?


And with that, an instant film classic is born.

Yes, you read that thrilling dramatization right: The man whose range is so limited that 90 percent of the characters he plays could shop at the same black trenchcoat store has been earmarked to play a both sides of a split personality.

It's an onscreen interaction that I'm betting will be a little less Smeagle/Gollum and a little more Neo/Neo with angry eyebrows drawn on. In fact, I think its safe to assume that the only personality combinations he can realistically bring to the role are:

  • Stoic savior of the human race/Retarded 80s stoner
  • Retarded 80s stoner/Unbelievable romantic lead
  • Unbelievable romantic lead/Stoic savior of the human race

Im hoping he goes with the first one, so we can watch Dr. Jekyll wage a grim fight against Mr. Hydes quest to invent Cheetos, thrash on the 19th century equivalent of an electric bass (which I believe would be the steam-bassoon) and hassle Tchaikovsky.

Plus the constant switch between a black duster and bright neon shorts is probably the only way the audience will know which character hes supposed to be playing at any given time.

Keanu, if youre reading this, dont panic. Ive got some simple, quick fixes that will help you give the impression of being able to play two whole characters, without actually going to all the fuss of doing so.

First, try some thick accents. No ones going to confuse your Jekyll and Hyde if Jekyll introduces himself as a man uh da sciences, eh? and Hyde vows to shtop at nosink! Yes, its borderline racist, but if you settle for your usual caliber of performance, you risk offending facial paralysis victims everywhere.

If that doesnt do the trick, give Hyde a thin black mustache. Itll make him seem a lot more evil, and its easier to explain how a man can grow and ungrow facial hair throughout a movie than to explain how in the hell the producers thought you were a good choice for this role.

Of course, theres also the method route. Method is a fancy actor word for actually doing whatever your character is supposed to do. So if youre playing a crackhead, smoke some crack. Its like cheating for actors. I guess what Im saying is that you should try to invent a serum that turns you into a monster. Difficult, yes, but much easier than well, you know.

And if all else fails, theres always subtitles.

Oh and hey, Keanu, while Ive got your attention:

SPIKE?! Youre playing fucking SPIKE SPIEGEL?! How DARE you! Get the hell away from Bebop! Or better yet, go method: Hurl yourself into space.

When not writing less and less frequently for Cracked, Michael is working on a number of all-consuming secret projects, so please stop messaging him and calling him lazy, you fuckers. Also, Those Aren't Muskets!

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