Hi, I’m the guy who doesn’t like Cowboy Bebop.
Apparently Keanu Reeves does. Or he likes choosing very smartly which projects he associates with. Say what you will about the man, but he is a shrewd businessman who either has a team of efficient and connected agents, managers, handlers, wheel greasers, bankers, sociologists, and beekeepers or someone who has an eye for good material. Or both!
He’s decided that Bebop is for him, a decision which takes the property from geeky dream project firmly into the world of reality we call… reality. That means by sheer will alone, Keana has probably willed Cowboy Bebop into your world, folks.
Bebop tells the story of two future bounty hunters who travel the cosmos kicking ass, making dough, and recalling their past lives as a crook and a cop. Reeves would be playing Spike, the former. Someone else will play Jet Black, the latter. Most likely an assortment of annoying musical choices will accompany. A gentleman named Peter Craig will write. Another gentleman or gentle lady will direct, but their name is not available since they haven’t been wrangled.
This means either I have to give this show another chance or I have to go to Wikipedia to refresh my hatreds. What I remember was that it tried way too hard and that the sense of cool that it’s known for seemed awfully faux. What I remember is that I didn’t like the style. The music. The name. Your face.
Keanu ensures money, loads of it. The result could be that big studio film [this one’s from Fox, who hates us!] that takes the concepts and weaves them into Big Entertainment or one of those quirky curiosities Mr. Reeves is certainly capable of anchoring admirably.
Time will tell. In the meantime I’ll be a dick over here and stubborn about the show I seem to be the only one who doesn’t love.