11. Keanu, Keanu, Keanu! Brad and Angelina who? We have no real explanation for this one, but the energy in the room shifted when presenter Keanu Reeves walked in. One man grabbed him from across a table and pulled him in for quite the bear hug, Jared Leto gave him a nod early in his speech, and people were literally lined up to greet him when the show ended.

Jared Leto gave a funny speech

I was in Spoonbill & Sugartown, a bookstore in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, when I saw Keanu Reeves. He was standing to my right. He looked dapper. Faded blue jeans. Worn boots. Blue velvety-looking jacket. Beard. Fedora. Dapper, man.

Nine months before, I'd read an interview with Keanu in some men's magazine that had taken place in a bookstore in LA. In the article, he'd recommended a book, The Elementary Particles, by Michel Houellebecq, which I'd picked up and read. It was amazing. It was brutal. I turned to Keanu and told him that I'd read the book because he'd recommended it.

"Brutal," he said. "Right?"

He had a smooth voice, like whiskey and smoke. Damn, if it wasn't sexy. And that's when things got weird for me. Using that word, brutal, made him seem like me, only better dressed, better looking, and seemingly better read. I couldn't come up with anything to say in response to his 'brutal' and I started to sweat a little. My mind started racing as he recommended another book that was sitting there in front of us on the shelf, then started giving me a synopsis as I stood there with pings going off in the inner space of my mind, trying to figure out something to say. I started to think how strange it was that the last book that I'd read was recommended by him in an interview in a bookstore, and that we were now standing together in a bookstore, and that I was taking an interviewing class at NYU, and that if I were going to be a fucking interviewer I should be able to hold a conversation with an actor whom I had something in common with - reading.

Instead, I stood there like a jackass, silently nodding. And as he walked away, it felt like my future was on the line. I had to be able to make conversation. My ability to become a writer seemed to depend on it.

I walked over and made some inane comment that left him no room for a response, then walked off, embarrassed and humbled, exiled to the other corner of the store. But the store is small, and not long after he was browsing at the table where I stood. I made another attempt. I wouldn't go down without a fight. I could be a writer. I could be interesting. I could rise above my grueling manual-labor lifestyle. I could make fucking conversation - like an interviewer.

He allowed me to ramble on for ten to fifteen seconds trying to put words together that formed coherent thoughts. But it was useless, and as I was cursing my life, my girlfriend came to my rescue, pulling me away. When Keanu was out of earshot she said: "You know, I think he was someone. Wow, what a voice. Right? And you followed him around the store like a little bunny rabbit. Didn't you?"

(was reading this at VK.com today)

Isn´t Keanu wonderful?

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And you followed him around the store like a little bunny rabbit. Didn't you?

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Well I would, if for no other reason than to pick his brain and get more recommendations on other books.

I gave up on keeping up on his reading list years ago. But I did read The Elementary Particles and I thought it was "brutal" too although somewhat less than amazing. See? I can agree to disagree with Keanu. :D

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I was in Spoonbill & Sugartown, a bookstore in Williamsburg, Brooklyn

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...I've been there. There was no Keanu. ;__;

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...I've been there. There was no Keanu.

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Stake out** haha. Next time go there when he is in town but not working. Hang out near the closet coffee shop [laughing myself into tears here because I hang out at coffee shops already...] and browse, browse, browse. ;)

**no I don't seriously advocated "stalking" just to put that out there. 99.99% of my posts have some sarcastic edge to it. :D

and now I'm cryin' laughing.

So tired, so tired....

http://www.indystar.com/story/entertainment/arts/2014/03/25/q-artistry-speed-musical/6835883/

A musical parody of Speed? I am not going.

If Keanu and Sandra were in the musical parody of Speed, I would cross broken glass to see it. But I don't think that will happen.

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But the idea of being in a tiny bookstore with Keanu is just SO unappealing!

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Poor guy will have no place to put his sandwich. :(

(Anakin, this must be a stick figure cartoon, probably serialized. Sadly, I don't have the technical skill to do it)