KEANU REEVES AND THE UNEXPECTED DENTIST APPOINTMENT
That morning in Los Angeles was so beautiful that people could forgive all the traffic jams on the Ring Road. The soft yellow sunlight filtered through the thin mist, falling on the quiet street where a small dental clinic was nestled between two coffee shops. No one could have guessed that in a few minutes, that ordinary glass door would open for… Keanu Reeves.
Yes, Keanu Reeves—the man the whole world believed he would never have a “trivial” problem like a toothache. The hero on the screen, the Matrix fighter, the legendary assassin, the tireless horse rider and gunner… was finally defeated by the only thing in the world: a crooked wisdom tooth.
He pushed the door open and entered in his familiar black jacket, his long, slightly messy hair, his eyes always looking both sad and gentle. The receptionist nearly dropped her clipboard when she recognized the person standing in front of her.
“Are you… Mr. Keanu Reeves?”
“Yes,” he chuckled, touching his jaw. “I think I need to see a dentist. My teeth are… rioting.”
As carefully as a fan trying to keep his composure, the receptionist ushered him into the waiting room. But there was no need to—Keanu always made everyone around him feel at ease, as if he were an old acquaintance.
He sat down in the armchair, sighing softly. A sleepless night with a toothache wasn’t something he’d ever thought would bother him, but age certainly didn’t spare anyone. Still, he kept his Keanu Reeves demeanor: going to the dentist while still looking like he was about to act out a poignant psychological scene.
A little girl sat across from him, her eyes wide. Finally, the child asked quietly:
“Uncle Keanu… are you scared of the dentist too?”
Keanu laughed, a smile so gentle that the child’s fear was instantly gone.
“I’m not scared,” he said, “just a little… nervous. Like before a big action scene.”
The child nodded vigorously, as if he had just been empowered by John Wick himself.
A moment later, the door opened and the dentist appeared. He was about 50 years old, stocky, with sharp eyes behind glasses. But when he saw Keanu Reeves, he also paused. However, he quickly regained his professional demeanor.
“Hello, Mr. Reeves. I hear a wisdom tooth is causing trouble?”
“Sounds like it,” Keanu smiled, “and I guess I can’t shoot it.”
The doctor laughed.
“No, but I can.”
In the bright white examination room, Keanu sat down on the chair, feeling both strange and funny. He had done countless dangerous action scenes: falling from high floors, riding large motorbikes, fighting with dozens of stuntmen… but the dentist chair made him feel as small as a six-year-old boy about to get vaccinated.
The doctor turned on the light, did a quick check. He frowned.
“This tooth is growing inward. It’s not dangerous, but it will hurt and cause inflammation if not removed.”
Keanu tried to nod but the pain made him grimace.
“Do it now, doctor. I don’t want to go home with it anymore.”
“Do you want a mild or strong anesthetic?”
Keanu thought for a second and replied: “The kind John Wick uses when he gets shot.”
The doctor burst out laughing again.
“Okay, strong anesthetic.”
When the needle touched his gums, Keanu unconsciously gripped the chair handle tightly. A very… human moment. Not a superhero, not a legendary assassin. Just a man with a wicked wisdom tooth.
“It’s fine,” the doctor said. “Now all you have to do is…”
Clank!
A small sound rang out. The wisdom tooth, which had been causing pain for days, was now neatly placed on the steel tray like a criminal caught red-handed.
Keanu blinked.
“Is it done?”
“It’s done. Faster than the scene where you jumped off the building in The Matrix.”
When he walked out of the clinic, his left cheek slightly puffed up by the gauze, Keanu looked like a very cute version of himself. But outsiders thought he had just finished filming a touching scene.
The child from earlier ran over and asked:
“Did you do it, Uncle Keanu?”
He nodded slowly, his voice slightly distorted by the gauze:
“You did it.”
“You’re really good!”
Keanu leaned down and whispered, as if it were a secret between the two of them:
“You’ll be just as good, you don’t have to be afraid of the dentist anymore.”
The baby smiled, and the baby’s mother almost cried at the cute moment.
The receptionist handed over the bill, but Keanu just smiled and left more money for the children’s support fund the clinic was building.
Then he walked out, the afternoon sun shining on his hair. A man who had just gone through a small battle but felt relieved as if a rock had been lifted from his shoulders.
He had fought many things in his life: pain, loss, work intensity, the pressure of fame. And today, another enemy had fallen—a tiny but persistent wisdom tooth.
He opened the car door, got in, took a deep breath, and laughed to himself.
“John Wick… needs to go to the dentist too.”
The car rolled out in the late afternoon of Los Angeles, leaving behind a clinic still buzzing with excitement over the unexpected arrival of Hollywood’s gentlest man. But for Keanu, it was just another ordinary day, a moment of everyday life that he cherished as much as any role.
