
Lush, luscious, witty, lovely and clever words with which the play abounds.
I don't know about you but I've read Cyrano at least twice and seen it and/or variations at least four or five times. Yet I would not have known what I was missing. Tonight the gods of the new year apparently were working for me because I happened upon the Kevin Kline / Jennifer Garner version on PBS's Great Performances. Fortuitously, my TiVo had recently recorded something on WMHT so when I turned on the tv a mere five minutes in and it was the irresistible scene where "nose" and "knows" and "noes" and all manner of other ways to say something with that sound are bandied about, with quizzical looks and guffaws everywhere, I was lured, unsuspecting, into a hundred and thirty minutes of the moving and sweet story that we more or less know. What was especially engaging and rewarding is discovering that Cyrano is far more robust and meaty than we may remember (or at least than I did). And Kline's performance is amazing. (I wonder what it's like to have those words come out of your own mouth and, in a way, thoughts, and convey them for an audience to understand and feel so much.)
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