Made for $30 million, Cyrano barely cleared $6 million at the box office, and that's a gosh-darned shame (if not an outright marketing crime).
It sometimes approximates/comes very near to feeling like Les Misérables, but without quite the scope, grandeur, sweep, and majestic 'epicness' yet, yes, it's very much on that order and of that ilk, feelings-wise.
I can totally see what they were striving for!
With an entire soundtrack by The National (among my faves), I've had that little sucker on rotation for two days now, and it's delightful. Someone to Say, Overcome, Wherever I Fall, and the credit tunes are beautiful. And to hear Glen Hansard ballading with Sam Amidon is a rare treat.
Dang, I wish this film had fared better (because it's totally worthy), but it fell between the scheduling cracks, being released within the same two-week span as these box office behemoths: Being The Ricardos, West Side Story, Spider-Man: No Way Home, Nightmare Alley, The Tender Bar, The Lost Daughter, Last Words, Sing 2, The Matrix Resurrections, The King’s Man, American Underdog, The Tragedy Of Macbeth, and Licorice Pizza.
Nevertheless, it did win some awards.
So don't doubt Cyrano's chops; it's a great film that simply arrived at the wrong moment and got swallowed up in the whitewater of Christmastime through Valentine's Day and millions of Americans returning to their offices post-pandemic.