If you are wondering what I found in the last entry, it was supposed to be me. Like a "look what the cat dragged in," sorta insinuation.

But this is another thing I found. It's a great cut from one of the many Matrix articles that would bombard our newsstands soon. It's just the sweetest thing, I want to hear it, to believe he actually needed someone.

Premiere May 2003: Matrix Reloaded Article

Between takes Reeves confers with the filmakers, whose dress sense and demeanor owe much to the excellent Bill and Ted, and who sit slightly apart from the crew under a black-tented viewing station that houses their video monitors. Or else he stands alone beneath a heater, towel around his shoulders, a Do Not Disturb sign hung on his face. Occasionally, he will disappear outside to where the production has set up a hot tub in which he sits, in costume, and tries to warm up.

"I didn't suffer," Reeves insists. "Yeah, there's bruising and blood and kicks and concussions and you can't sleep because you're legs ache and you cry when you're stretching and you're in ice baths and you're lonely and you miss you're friends and you're family and you're trying to keep it together and you're trying to live and fight and create for the next day. It's like going out to sea, man, you don't know where you are and how you are, but you want to keep going, you want to be alive."