Chad Stahelski’s John Wick: Chapter 2 is a fairly odd duck. It has all the stuff a regular movie has–actors, sets, production design, lighting design–but it’s really, really strange.

And most of that strangeness is due to Keanu Reeves, who’s less a bad actor than a tabula rasa; a void embodied in human form.

Though the oddness isn’t exclusively that he’s vacant–though he really, really is–as an actor more than he seems to exist entirely as a foil for others to act around, and there are some pretty good performances in this movie.

When you watch most actors you can tell something about how they are as people, partially through the types of roles they take, partially through their performances.

Reeves is different.

He’s physically present, but little else is apparent. This reflects on his characters, making them (with the noted exception of Neo from The Matrix movies) typically very, very uninteresting.

And John Wick is no different. As I watched the movie I noticed that I didn’t particularly care about Wick.

The situation that he was involved with, the people he was dealing with?

That was interesting.

Keanu Reeves portrayal? Not so much.