Rosen Roundup & Cultural Review
Without heart and without nose, BAM's new Cyrano falls flat
It’s the New York Times Critics’ Pick that everyone’s talking about. It’s the fresh reimagining of an age-old love story, with a larger-than-life central character who’s famous visage precedes his own name. It can’t possibly disappoint, can it?
Martin Crimp’s new version of Cyrano de Bergerac, the French play written in 1897 by Edmond Rostand, is certainly as advertised. It’s brave, intelligent, and potentially revolutionary in its stage design. But if you’re going to strip away the costumes, the set, the swords, and the prosthetics from the story, and lay bare the revealing core, that core better be something special. The Jamie Lloyd Company’s Olivier-winning production reveals a core that is missing the heart and the meaning of Cyrano, as well as what we love about theatre.
Director Jamie Lloyd has claimed in previous interviews that he believes the essence of Cyrano is really his insecurity – something we can all relate to. Yet even if this is true, even if this was the essence of the character, he gives us a Cyrano with whom it is impossible to sympathize. James McAvoy, bringing all his blustering energy to this role, is not simply without physical deformity; he is quite clearly the alpha male on stage in every way. He is bigger, stronger, sexier, fiercer, and smarter than anyone else in view. He is fueled by anger and a dangerous passion that is reminiscent of his transformative shape-shifting monster in M. Night Shyamalan’s Split (2016), but not a human being hopelessly in love.