Olsen on the long-running Folger's coffee commercials. The nun in the final scene is Virginia Christine, later memorable in Invasion of the Body Snatchers and as Mrs. Familiar faces like Don Beddoe and Percy Helton add appropriate color. The supporting cast is adequate but not much more, although the film focuses so closely on Cyrano it would hardly make a difference. Audiences loved Cyrano, José was inaugurated as a film star and Stanley Kramer had the hit that helped him weather several flopperoos until his triumph with High Noon and his fight with Carl Foreman. It's calculated, obvious and yet works extremely well. Cyrano's disgusted reaction after Christian (an okay William Prince) flops with Roxanne is really funny.Ĭarl Foreman's script dovetails into a coda fifteen years down the road, in which Cyrano makes a poignant death-speech to Roxanne, revealing that it was he who loved her all the time. The abundance of comedy in the script is a big help. Even when standing still making flowery talk about sunsets and broken hearts, we buy it. His polished voice and mannerisms refresh the art of stage posing. At this time Ferrer was something of a wonder on the New York stage, reportedly appearing in two plays at one time.
He holds the screen with the best of them, just as he'd later run away with any movie even when cast in a small part ( The Caine Mutiny, for one). Seen from below the nose looks like an alien vegetable, growing on the actor's face. The only time it (ahem) sticks out is when Ferrer throws his head back to show those two long nostrils. The makeup used to create his impossibly long nose is unapologetically theatrical, but certainly effective. Gordon keeps us focused on the emotions and the actors, and everything else takes a subordinate position.Ĭyrano fights like a hero but suffers like a fool in love, and it's impossible not to empathize with him. The costumes never look shabby and even the battle scenes filmed on an interior sound stage don't look cramped. Considering the limited resources his accomplishment on Cyrano de Bergerac is impressive. Cyrano's nose scares women and starts swordfights but his poet's tongue could woo a stone statue.Ī fine director of actors, Michael Gordon later helmed Pillow Talk, helping to forge a style of romantic comedy that would stay in vogue for twenty years. Christian is handsome but an inarticulate oaf when it comes to words. Ferrer's Cyrano fights two major duels in the first reel before the plot settles down to the time honored substitute-lover gambit, the one imitated ad infinitum in other plots and situation comedies. Foreman retains the stage talk but manages to open the film up just enough to avoid stuffiness. Rostand's Cyrano is a fountain of romance and sentimental poetry presented with good will and substantial wit. But war with Spain intervenes to change all of their fates. He woos her for the younger man, substituting his poetry for Christian's tongue-tied lack of imagination. Cyrano de Bergerac (José Ferrer) loves the beautiful Roxanne (Mala Powers) but discovers that she favors the handsome Christian de Neuvillette (William Prince). Working from the play by Edmond Rostand, screenwriter Carl Foreman's standard telling even more closely favors the character of the swordsman and poet with the long nose. Helped by clever art direction and an excellent score, Cyrano de Bergerac was a big early success for the 'wildcat' independent producer Kramer, whose reward was a multi-picture deal with Harry Cohn at Columbia. José Ferrer won the Oscar for his impressive performance as the hammy long-nosed Frenchman who wouldn't shut up.
Until it more or less stopped being shown in the late 1970s, most American TV watchers were familiar with this 1950 Stanley Kramer/Carl Foreman stab at the classic story, an ambitious production made on a moderate budget. Mention Cyrano de Bergerac these days and a film fan might remember the French Gerard Depardieu version from 1990. Written by Carl Foreman from a play by Edmond Rostand Starring José Ferrer, Mala Powers, William Prince, Morris Carnovsky,