"Out swords and to work with all."

"Prince, pray God that is Lord of all, pardon your soul, for your time has come."

"...and came to tell me - what?"

"...this nose of mine that marches on before me by a quarter of an hour."

"No, no my own dear love, I love you not."

"...there he is, shod in marble; gloved in lead...."

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"Cyrano De Bergerac"

The Majesty! The Glory! The Panache! The Honor! The Pathos!

These last few days, I have had the pleasure of seeing that flic again (for the umpteenth time). When a picture is done well, all of the elements blend as in a great symphony. The inimitable Jose Ferrer leads a marvelous cast of supporting actors. He won the 1950 Academy Award for 'Best Actor' for this pic. His diction; voice; emotion; gestures; un-exceeded.

No blood; no gore. If one stretches his mind to its most outer limits, he will know that a person has been killed.

As one may see, I do not think very highly of this movie.