It is a truth universally acknowledged that I love silly films because they reflect my emotional, psychological and mental age. I’m also a huge fan of the Alamo Drafthouse. There’s something so comforting about being able to have alcohol available for consumption at a moment’s notice. Not that I’ve ever been without alcohol for long. I have no problem smuggling in alcohol to movie theaters that don’t serve it. Alcohol can really enhance certain movies, especially ones with recurring fart and poop themes. Oh, and ones with male nudity, too!
I was giddy with anticipation when I walked into the theater and saw the poster for Keanu. Little Keanu kitty was so adorable, I started lactating from over-cute. My snuggle response was activated, and I needed a victim. Since my fur babies were not available, I sought out mimosas for comfort. There, there, it’s all going to be okay. Inside warm fuzzies will be happening soon to a brain near you.
Keanu is the new Key & Peele film starring the cutest darned kitty in the universe. Rell (Peele) finds a kitten on his doorstep and decides to keep him, naming him Keanu. Unbeknownst to our pot-smoking hero, Rell doesn’t know that Keanu (aka Iglesias) used to belong to a Mexican drug lord. Keanu and Rell bond like only a man and his baby kitty can – through the power of pictures. It’s not long before they are inseparable.
A few weeks later, Rell’s super-duper-straight-laced-non-pot-smoking cousin Clarence has the weekend all to himself because his fam’s out of town. Now most men I know would treat this like a wank-a-thon weekend, but Clarence just wants to do chores. Rell, much happier now since Keanu rolled in, takes Clarence to see a Liam Neeson movie and encourages him to loosen up and be himself. When they get back to Rell’s place, they find it ransacked with no trace of Keanu except for his collar.
After some hands on “convincing”, Rell’s next door neighbor and weed dealer, Hulka, confesses that a local gang called the 17th St. Blips may have raided Rell’s house instead of his by accident. Hulka suggests that they hit a downtown strip joint the Blips frequent. From there, the sh*t gets real as Rell and Clarence pretend to be drug dealers in order to infiltrate the gang and get Keanu back.
I’ll be the first person to admit that this movie isn’t for the easily offended, but I LOVED IT! It’s silly to the nth degree. The cuteness of Keanu kitty notwithstanding, Key and Peele are mimosa-spewingly hilarious in this film. I love their TV show, but they are even more watchable on the big screen. There’s action, comedy, nudity, profanity, major feels, and even a few cameos. As an extra bonus, there are tons of gratuitous scenes of Keanu running through gunfire in slow mo. Every time he’d run directly towards the camera, I’d raise my arms to grab him. No, it’s not a 3D movie, I just couldn’t help myself. The kitten is THAT cute!
There are no major life lessons in the film, but it’s not without a message. It’s a solid comedy with a heart. The pacing of the film wasn’t perfect, and some parts were a bit predictable, but overall, I giggled like Elmo throughout most of the film. While the mimosas definitely didn’t hurt, they may have affected my memory just a bit, so please take everything I’ve written with a grain of salt – from a margarita glass!