This 1990 French version is a great film. Beautifully shot, with an excellent cast and a rousing score, it is one of the most sumptuous ‘period movies’.
Cyrano is – I think – the best tragic character ever written. A soldier and poet cursed with a face he says even his mother didn’t love, he is doomed to fail not because of the cruelty of others, but because of his own deep fear of rejection and disdain for social conformity.
It’s a story about pride and vanity, war and honour and a classic rendering of the social outsider’s struggle.
I quite like the 1950 American version to, but it’s this one that holds a record for making me cry almost every time I watch it.