Theater Review: A Dull Cyrano Musical with Peter Dinklage
Cyrano
Written and Directed by Erica Schmidt
Lyrics by Matt Berninger
Music by Aaron and Bryce Dessner
Starring Peter Dinklage and Jasmine
Cephas Jones
The New Group
Daryl Roth Theater, Manhattan
November 2, 2019
Cyrano de
Bergerac, Edmond
Rostand’s 1897 play about the guy with a heart of gold and a too-big nose, has
timeless popularity, and has been reframed as a musical or opera several times.
This is logical, given its heart-on-sleeve romanticism and timeless theme of
frustrated love. The plot of the beauty (the lovely Roxanne) who initially
falls for a handsome hunk but later realizes that the physically challenged,
but devoted and brilliant Cyrano is the real catch, appeals to the emotions of
a broad public. So it’s not surprising that the New Group has devoted all of
its fall schedule, in a larger-than-normal theater, to this new musical
treatment of the story, featuring Game of Thrones’ Peter Dinklage, and
adapted and directed by his wife Erica Schmidt. It initially debuted to mixed
reviews in Chester Connecticut (the prototype try-out city) in summer of 2018,
and now is off-Broadway, with the hope of a Broadway migration if it is a hit. It
fits into the New Group’s rather regrettable tendency in the past few seasons
to feature vanity projects by film or stage icons, including actors trying to write
(Jesse Eisenberg, Wallace Shawn, Hamish Linklater) and film/TV actors trying to
make it onstage (Zosia Mamet, Chloe Sevigny), with very mixed results. While
this treatment of the Cyrano story was interesting in intent (with Mr. Dinklage’s
self-identified dwarfism substituting for Cyrano’s big nose as his source of
insecurity), its dreary derivative music never allowed the romanticism to take
flight.
This musical
stays pretty close to the play’s text. Mr. Dinklage is better at the
heroism-braggadocio scenes (as in the opening, when he disrupts a bad dramatic
production) than in his intimate scenes later in the play. His singing voice
has some gravelly character, but veers off pitch, and it is wearying to have
his bass voice paired in duets with a soprano, sometimes in unison two octaves apart. This is less a flaw in Mr.
Dinklage than with the composers, who wrote a score that I would expect from a
high school or college production. Melody was popsy and uninspired, and the
constant tinkling, minimalist-style accompaniment lacked variety. The music was
not exactly bad, just meh—I mostly thought about other things when people sang,
not ideal for a musical or opera, where musical numbers should heighten the
emotion. This emotional amplification is certainly possible for me in pops-style
musicals—see Dear Evan Hanson for an example. But not here. The big problem
with this musical mediocrity is that the plot of Cyrano is now a bit
melodramatic and overly familiar, so it’s hard to rely on just the acting and plot
to carry things along. We all know how this play turns out (tragically), so the
getting there is the key to making this work, much like a familiar
Shakespeare play. When the music fails, there is little chance for things to succeed.
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