Mr. Reeves is May's GQ cover boy. I haven't seen the issue yet, but my lovely friend tess typed up the article. Here's a small portion of it:
Sitting in the bar part of the restaurant on New York's Upper West Side, Reeves pulls his long arms around himself protectively, draped them loosely in his lap. He's wearing a black jacket that's layered over a black shirt that's layered over yet another black shirt. He smokes a cigarette and takes a sip of red wine. His legs are crossed at the thigh. He's tall - a more looming figure in the corner of a bar than I'd expected him to be; given his typically kinetic and boyish screen presence. In person he is preposterously handsome.
When I tell him we'd actually met fourteen years ago in the Berkshires, at the cast party for a production of The Tempest in which he'd played Trinculo, he unfolds a bit. Bill & Ted's had made him a star, and I remember how Ted-like he was at the time: amiable, with stringy hair, swigging on a pint of something, a renowned terror on his motorcycle. "Yes, yes" Reeves recalls. "I had a 750 GSXR-my first sport bike. It was lovely. There was a great winding road from the theater to the house, and one day I ran into a police block. Two patrol cars and however many patrolmen basically saying "Cease and desist" going so quickly. It was beyond ticketing: Over the course of the weeks I'd built up a reputation, so it was a community kind of thing, asking the police to tell me to calm down a little bit." He smiles to himself. "I was enjoying the countryside."
Telling me this, Reeves sounds as stagily debonair as Bruce Wayne, as if he should be wearing an ascot and saying, "But I've put away childish things" 0 when in fact he hasn't at all. Even now, Reeves is said to enjoy the occasional night ride with his headlight off. He has an artful array of scars - a squiggle on his leg, a snake on his abdomen, a bald spot above his lip - that attest to periodic lapses in judgment (although he's never had a spill that necessitated the removal of his spleen, a subject of some dispute in sundry Keanuana). "I'm a very safe, conservative motorcycle operator" Reeves offers. "Especially when there's a full moon and you're in the (Hollywood) Hills and it's summery. Never. Never would I do that' - ride with the headlight off. Again, the private smile.
I have to look for a copy on my way to work. Geez, I wish I had a scanner!
Hopefully someone will get some scans out today.
Oh, and Access Hollywood is going to have a spot on it tonight. (thanks Jo)
I don't know if this is at the stands or not, actually. Tess had it given to her by someone, but she said there wasn't a mailing label on it. So please call the store before you abandon your job to go get it!