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CYRANO DE BERGERAC

★★★★★

Noël Coward Theatre

CYRANO DE BERGERAC

Noël Coward Theatre

★★★★★

“Inevitably all eyes will be on Adrian Lester, who delivers a faultless and fearless performance”

Edmond Rostand’s 1897 play, “Cyrano de Bergerac”, has had many stage adaptations – as well as film, television, radio, opera and musical – but none so layered and emotionally engaging as Simon Evans’ and Debris Stevenson’s interpretation. The comic heart beats furiously throughout with its mix of poetry and prose; the rhythm never falters until it quivers with shockwaves of tragedy and pathos that shake the narrative, taking us quite by surprise. Set against the backdrop of the Thirty Years’ War between France and Spain, the action moves from Bohemian Paris, out onto the battlefields, and back again to a broken and wounded Paris fourteen years later.

The tale focuses on the (semi-fictional) nobleman, duellist, poet, playwright and over-zealous grammarian, Cyrano de Bergerac. Famous for his exaggeratedly large nose; his audacious and strong-willed nature is thrown into self-doubt by the unfortunate proboscis, especially where matters of the heart are concerned. Unable to express his love for the beautiful Roxanne, he relinquishes his happiness in order to help the witless and inarticulate Christian win her over instead. It is a symbiotic relationship that benefits both, and much of the play’s humour derives from Cyrano feeding Christian the words he so lacks. When the deceit is finally uncovered, however, it is difficult to keep a dry eye. Such gear shifts epitomise this adaptation, beautifully told by an astonishing company of actors.

Inevitably all eyes will be on Adrian Lester, who delivers a faultless and fearless performance. His character is equally fearless, yet his brash bravado knows exactly where the chinks in his armour lie. This self-awareness draws the audience closer to him, even at his most cynical. Susannah Fielding shows the same strength and vulnerability as Roxanne, with a playfulness and intelligence that lend her a magnetic power. Forget Cyrano and Christian – the whole audience will fall in love with her. Meanwhile, Levi Brown’s Christian adds surprising lyricism to his Brummie monosyllables in a role that embraces the joke rather than being the butt of it. Surrounded by a supporting cast of off-beats and eccentrics, every moment and every line of this production is a true delight.

Evans also sits in the director’s chair, dishing out neat theatrical devices like a mad-cap inventor. Cyrano (according to this version) won a six-piece travelling band in a bet, who now follow him around wherever he goes. Frequently crossing over into acting mode, the musicians are a constant presence, adding atmospheric and emotional depth to each scene with Alex Baranowski’s compositions. The inclusion of a young Cyrano is a stroke of genius, intermittently and silently shadowing Lester at pivotal moments. We speculate what this may represent, but the final symbolism – when revealed – is achingly devastating, and beautifully executed.

Grace Smart’s set and costume create a timeless sense of period in which we know where we are, while Joshie Harriette’s lighting throws fairytale elements into the mix, frequently shattered by Donato Wharton’s enveloping sound design. The performers wander the auditorium, straddle the balconies and heckle from the boxes; while music suddenly appears from unexpected places. Similarly, masked moments of social commentary pop up when we least expect them, yet so cleverly woven into the fabric they are almost invisible. We are constantly taken aback by the fusion of Evans’ and Stevenson’s writing with the performances, led by Adrian Lester in astounding form.

Cyrano de Bergerac has a pathological fear of the cliché. But fear not; this production is as far away from a cliché of the story as you can get. I could try to sum up with a tag line to match the eloquence, but I would only fail, and probably just come up with a cliché anyway. Like ‘unmissable’, for example. Yet that is what this show is. I’ll leave it to the Cyrano’s of the world to wax lyrical about it.



CYRANO DE BERGERAC

Noël Coward Theatre

Reviewed on 25th June 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Marc Brenner

 

 

 

 

CYRANO DE BERGERAC

CYRANO DE BERGERAC

CYRANO DE BERGERAC

MONARCHS ANONYMOUS

★★★★

The Other Palace

MONARCHS ANONYMOUS

The Other Palace

★★★★

“the silliness of this play delights a willing house”

Monarchs Anonymous started as a YouTube sketch about history’s crowned heads dragged into group therapy. It’s a family production that has since grown into a fully staged comedy at The Other Palace. The premise alone is worth the ticket: a support group for history’s monarchs, the beheaded, the grandiose and the merely bored. The audience are co-opted into the session from the outset, donning cardboard crowns and reciting the group mantra, everyone a fellow sovereign. This lends the evening a cheerful complicity. While the concept has a near-bottomless mine of potential material, the script chooses to veer towards farce, playing to the gallery. That’s the intention. The audience laps it up.

The conceit is irresistible, and the acting is excellent. William Harry Mitchell’s Henry VIII clings to his emotional support weapon, Helena Devereux’s Marie Antoinette frets for more champagne, Joshua Poole’s Charles II can barely govern his libido, and George Eggay’s Mansa Musa I grumbles magnificently about being the least known of the rulers, yet the richest. The parade of sovereigns is a visual feast that earns its applause before a word is spoken (costumes by Kathy Brazier; theme music by Richard de Winter). There are some genuinely fine gags delivered with a knowing wink. The absent Tutankhamun, we are told, has gone back to his Mummy.

The show’s warm origin is palpable, built around a kitchen table by two generations of the same family running the Ceridwen Theatre Company: Nadia and Lyon Devereux co-wrote with Nadia’s husband Joshua Poole, Nadia also directs and plays Pam while her sister Helena takes Marie Antoinette, and their mother, Vivien Lesley Jones, production-manages.

The in-built issue of such productions is the need for outside editing. The script could be tightened. The opening overstays its welcome, circling the setup long after the audience have grasped it. The evening never reaches what it’s marketed as: the actual reckoning of these damaged, grandiose souls. Instead, the plot pivots on the machinations of the therapist, Dr Thompson, played by the historian Kat Marchant of YouTube’s Reading the Past. She acts very well, but her character is the least interesting figure in the room. The genuine psychoanalysis that is marketed as the beating heart of the piece is repeatedly deferred in favour of farce.

In the second half, the monarchs shed their robes and crowns for everyday wear, and the question sharpens: stripped of regalia, who are these people? Is a king without a kingdom simply a man with opinions and a grievance? Harriet Sharmini Smithers’s Sophia Duleep Singh (suffragette and exiled Punjabi princess) lands the idea most pointedly. There is another play hiding inside this one, a play that stops winking to the gallery and lets the premise breathe. And yet, perhaps this is the treatment monarchs deserve. The more the mystery is unveiled, the sillier our own royal family looks. Perhaps, behind the palace doors, this bickering and self-regard is all any of them amounts to.

Taken on its own terms, the silliness of this play delights a willing house. The crown, as it were, is slightly askew. It is still very much worth the audience.

 



MONARCHS ANONYMOUS

The Other Palace

Reviewed on 24th June 2026

by Elizabeth Botsford

Photography by DMLK


 

 

 

 

MONARCHS ANONYMOUS

MONARCHS ANONYMOUS

MONARCHS ANONYMOUS