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Cyrano de Bergerac, The Playhouse London
Star vehicle with James McAvoy at the helm destined for box-office bonanza
CHARISMATIC: James McAvoy
[Marc Brenner]
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Cyrano loves Roxane to distraction but he is forced to watch her fall for traditional good-looker, Christian. While she is thrilled by poetry and romantic expression and craves exquisite love letters, Christian is useless with words and out of his depth.
So Cyrano steps in and writes a barrage of letters, purportedly from Christian, but actually issuing from the depths of his own crazed passion. Which one does Roxane truly love — the good-looker or the man who shares his heart and soul with her through language? It's a universal predicament.
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