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Mac Miller: Remember The Late Rapper's Life In Pictures Search Hollywood Life Search Trending Navigation Trending One intermission.Latest Hollywood Celebrity & Entertainment News Primary Menu Menu Close Menu With James McAvoy, Evelyn Miller, Eben Figueiredo, Tom Edden. If this is the sound of middle-aged white guys rapping, then maybe more of them should give it a go.Ĭyrano de Bergerac. It’s a pleasure to see it brought back to life by McAvoy and company following its inaugural 2019 run and short recent stops in the West End and Glasgow.
When invited to sell out and become a published playwright, he says he needs to “isolate me so I can create.” Which brings us to another crucial point: Adapter Martin Crimp, a bleak, formally experimental playwright-who is, as they say, big in Germany-has, in his sixties, written an absolute banger in his startling adaptation of Rostand. This Cyrano’s “ugliness” is a metaphor or maybe even an artist’s blessing and curse. Cyrano lends Christian the words to woo her, culminating here in a hilarious then heartbreakingly intense scene at Roxane’s window, where McAvoy switches out of his usual hench Glaswegian and into Christian’s soft south London, faking it so his friend can make it, but also revealing his true feelings.Īnd as for the nose? No Gerard Depardieu–style extensions here. The plot is melancholy and ludicrous: Ugly, brilliant Cyrano burns for his beautiful, smart cousin Roxane (a wonderfully strong Evelyn Miller), but she likes the pretty-faced Christian (Eben Figueiredo), who can’t string a sentence together. And there are plenty of laughs, especially from Tom Edden as the incompetent predator De Guiche. There’s so much energy here, and it can switch in a beat from locker-room geez to earnest studenty debates. The Big Mac is backed up by a chorus of massively talented actors and beatboxers who look and feel like modern London: brown, black, white, queer, wised up-with easy quick banter and a mad flow. And it all happens around a mic on a stage that’s mostly blank and white like an unwritten page.ĭirector Lloyd and designer Soutra Gilmour have had the sense to get out of the way and strip everything back, to let the words and actors shine. Duels, like the one where Cyrano massacres a crap actor for massacring Hamlet, are fought as rap battles or slam contests. The rapiers, intrigue and censorship of Cardinal Richelieu’s Paris, circa 1640, are modernized as razor-sharp banter about love, sex, and (nudge, wink) cultural appropriation. Writers are fighters and the word is everything in this firecracker show about passion, rejection, and the crazy genius of the spoken word. Writer Martin Crimp and director Jamie Lloyd have pulled off something improbably brilliant to get him here: taking Edmond Rostand’s frilly old French verse drama about a mournful musketeer with a massive nose and reinventing it as, basically, Hamilton for Europeans. McAvoy is Cyrano: winner in words, loser in love-and he’s hot as hell.
For nearly three hours he spits fire, spraying lyrical pearls at his enemies, nailing rap battles and chucking his battered heart beneath the feet of the woman he loves, Roxane.
That man is James McAvoy: booted and buzzcut like a Glaswegian squaddie and stripped to the waist. New York’s hottest ticket is a middle-aged white man rapping.
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