Just to vent my feelings. I was looking for a forum with it, but apparently Rostand is not there.
What to say about it? It's fantastic, sublime, original, it's waw.
I decided to watch the film with Depardieu on YouTube because I was bored on Saturday (I think I am a little bit of a fan ) and I found that so fantastic that I decided to read it too.
It is so much embedded in literature, so much in philosophy. The illusion that the characters live is an illusion inside the illusion that is the theatre itself. The idyllic pastoral is mocked, but at the same time, the characters move in an idealised age; the age of d'Artagnan who briefly features at the start of the play; an age of galantry and verse. That ideal has blinded all from what really matter and what love and grandeur really is.
In fact nothing is real; all is nothing and only spirits exist.
CYRANO: Il y a malgré vous quelque chose
Que j'emporte, et ce soir, quand j'entrerai chez Dieu,
Mon salut balaiera largement le seuil bleu,
Quelque chose que sans un pli, sans une tache,
J'emporte malgré vous,
(Il s'élance l'épée haute):
et c'est. . .
(L'épée s'échappe de ses mains, il chancelle, tombe dans les bras de
Le Bret et de Ragueneau.)
(rouvre les yeux, reconnaît [Roxane] et dit en souriant):