Dan and I attended the Utah Shakespearean Festival's production of
Cyrano de Bergerac on June 30. We found out that day Dan's friends were coming to see it, and we decided to meet up with them and enjoy the evening together before they left for Germany. I already wanted to see this play, but I thought we'd see it around our birthdays (July 26 and 27). I'm always telling Dan I like surprises, however, and this was a good surprise.
When I saw this play in my teens, I decided it was my favorite play ever since it combines so many great elements of storytelling. One can enjoy it on many levels, both as a heroic comedy and a romantic tragedy. Thanks to Wikipedia, I found out Edmond Rostand's character was based upon a real Frenchman of the same name who was a successful writer and duelist, and he did have a rather large nose, but he took pride in it. Rostand's Cyrano shies away from confessing his love to Roxane for fear that she will reject him because of his hideous nose. I enjoyed the duel between Cyrano and his enemy in which he composes a poem during the battle, and I love the part where he mocks the dimwitted man who tries to make fun of his nose, showing him how to cleverly insult someone. The actor who played Cyrano did an excellent job of portraying his confidence and bravado in battle and his inadequate feelings and angst involving his true love. The part where he woos Roxane for Christian underneath her balcony melted my heart. However, I did not like the way the blond actress portrayed Roxane. She played her in a very loud, prissy fashion, and it made me wonder during the course of the play why she was so deserving of such beautiful poetry and why Cyrano cared for her so much. I think the actress got her all wrong, and it should have been a demure brunette cast in the role (like in the 1990
Oscar-winning film). The play mainly rests on the shoulders of Cyrano, and therefore it earned high marks. I gave a standing ovation to Cyrano, but Roxane came out with him, so she got one too by default. I was considering coming back for
The Taming of the Shrew, but I'm worried that the same actress plays Bianca in that play (it depends on whether it was the understudy that night, and I'm not sure). Also, the director decided to change the time period to post-World War II, and so that might ruin the magic of it for me. I can always watch the
version with Elizabeth Taylor; she does a magnificent job as Kate.
Oh, I forgot to mention Dan's sentiments about the play. He told me Cyrano must have wanted or enjoyed feeling anguished in the love department, because otherwise he would have revealed his true feelings to Roxane. After all, Christian had died in battle and he had all those years he visited her in the nunnery. She even told him that she loved the SOUL of the man who wrote the love letters and that it would almost be better if he were ugly because his soul in itself was so beautiful. It does seem that he had his opportunity -- but then Christian died, and I suppose he felt a mixture of grief at his friend's death and guilt for his part in perpetuating the myth of her husband's poetic genius. I know that Dan would never be a Cyrano. He would not wallow in sadness or angst; he would declare his feelings and the devil may care. Did Cyrano worry she would reject him because of his nose even after she said looks didn't matter? Did he just not wish to shatter the image of her beloved Christian? It seems that he was willing to face death and defeat in battle, but his heart could not bear the possibility of rejection from his true love. Honestly, it is amazing Roxane showers love and tears instead of anger upon Cyrano when she finds out the truth. I mean, the man she married didn't write ANY of those love letters, and she could have enjoyed a wonderful, intimate relationship with Cyrano, and all she got was some crumbs from the table -- friendly visits. She got gypped. But if it turned out all rosy, then it wouldn't be as touching and poignant. Ah, love, amour . . .

We went to the theater as a family for the first time since Nathan was a newborn. We thought Nathan would really enjoy WALL-E since he's so into R2-D2; he says his name is R2-D2. It was a fun idea, and so the four of us headed there on June 28. We bought a huge tub of popcorn, drinks, and candy to keep the kids happy -- especially Sophie, our little twinkie. She enjoyed sitting on her Dad's lap and gobbled down popcorn for the first non-speaking part of the movie (I liked this part the best anyway, showing how WALL-E coped with solitude). Once the humans came on the scene, however, she wanted to explore, looking at the people around us and trying to escape to the aisles. I chased after her a few times, and I searched for other items in my purse to entertain her. Nathan stayed riveted to the screen; he really liked the flick. I had to ask Dan about a couple of parts later since I dealt with the munchkin. So it was a bit ambitious to expect a 21-month-old to enjoy a movie, but we still had a good time. It's amazing how Pixar can get us to care so much about a relationship between robots. I highly recommend it -- all the parts I watched, at least.
Quotes of the week: "Bustin' makes me feel good!" Dan, singing the Ghostbusters lyrics.
"The bad baby has a green head and a red body!" Nathan, describing his nightmare.
"Where Papa go?" Sophia, looking for Dan when we played hide-and-go-seek.
Grateful moment:I finished a book that talked about the benefits of keeping a gratitude journal. I'm not ambitious enough to want to write something every day, but I want to jot something down about once a week. I think it keeps one's spirits up to reflect on life's blessings. The problem with listing what you're thankful for is that it may come across as trite. So I'm going to really think about it and write what truly touches me at the moment.
I'm grateful my brother, David, is back in the U.S. after studying philosophy in Taiwan. He is such a happy, kind, fun person to have around, and I'm lucky to have him in my inner circle. Children really like David, and as Nathan said, "He's my friend and my uncle." Welcome back to the states, Dave!
I'm also grateful for rain. We received a huge downpour yesterday evening, and as I stood with the kids on the porch, I relished the thunder and the smells carried by the storm. We can always stand to use some water in the desert, and the red hills of sand across the street become more lovely, transforming into a vivid, crisp burnt orange.