Roxanne Movie Review
Roxanne Review
"Roxanne" Overview

Rating: PG
1987
Cast and Crew
Director : Fred SchepisiProducer : Daniel Melnick,Michael Rachmil
Screenwiter : Steve Martin
Starring : Steve Martin,Daryl Hannah,Rick Rossovich,Shelley Duvall,John Kapelos,Fred Willard,Michael J. Pollard
At the beginning of Roxanne, C.D. Bales (Steve Martin), sporting a black
baseball cap, white Oxford shirt, and a nose as big as Pinocchio's, walks down
the street in a confident strut -- for whatever reason, carrying a tennis
racket. He is approached by two slack-jawed losers who spew "big nose" insults.
Rather than slump down and walk on by, C.D. springs into action, engaging in an
extended, acrobatic sword fight involving his tennis racket and the other men's
ski poles. C.D. wins handily. He is very nearly the most skilled, able-bodied,
complete man -- if it weren't for that huge nose.
That sword-fighting scene is indicative of the entire movie's attitude. Roxanne
is an intelligent, playful flight of fancy, meant to be judged by the merits of
its own universe, not the real world. Martin is a brilliant mind and a
beautiful writer, and the light touch of his screenplay allows for this story
to be set in the "real world," but graces it with such good cheer and
unexpected whimsy that this film is like a fairy tale with jokes.
The film is another in a long line of Cyrano De Bergerac adaptations but is
easily one of the very best -- and way more palatable than some of the more
literal interpretations. The plot is instantly identifiable for anyone who's
seen a few movies: smart, homely guy loves beautiful woman, beautiful woman
loves stupid, beautiful man who overshadows homely guy, so homely guy helps
beautiful man woo beautiful woman, until beautiful woman realizes she really
loves homely guy. Martin's genius as a writer is to realize the story itself is
pretty stale and then to infuse originality into how it is told -- in the
character quirks, the minor plot details, the subtle literary references, the
tangential flights of fancy. Roxanne works so well because Martin elevates the
material from standard adaptation to sublime fantasy.
In this updating of the tale, C.D. is the local fire chief in his quaint
California town. He is a mastermind, a genius who could win a fight with his
words but possesses superior fighting skills as a backup. He can scale tall
buildings with ease and impress a crowded bar with his comedic prowess... but
of course that big nose is his most memorable feature. He flirts with getting a
nose job, but can't bring himself to go through with it. ("Just hearing the
word 'rhinoplasty' gives me the creeps.")
Roxanne (Daryl Hannah) is an astronomy student who meets C.D. one fateful
night. They become fast friends, but any romantic interest is halted when Chris
(Rick Rossovich) comes into town. He is a dumb beefcake, a hunky firefighter
with less than half a brain who is attracted to Roxanne -- so attracted, in
fact, that he vomits any time he comes near her. Needless to say, Chris is
neither a suave lover nor a brilliant wordsmith, so he enlists C.D.'s help to
woo Roxanne. Of course, Roxanne is quickly and passionately swooned, but little
does she know that the substance belongs to C.D. Chris is merely the pretty
face, the deceptive bow on the package.
The film hits all the familiar Cyrano notes: C.D. writes letters on Chris'
behalf, feeds him suave lines while hiding in the bushes, and occasionally
steps in to speak the lines himself, and Roxanne is none the wiser. The conceit
is obviously far-fetched by any standard, but the movie makes no attempt to
pretend its story is somehow realistic. In fact, the charm of Roxanne is how it
effectively creates its own whimsical world of silly humor and light romance.
We believe in these characters and are amused by their actions because they
live in a world in which all this farce is possible. Martin and Hannah would be
mismatched even without the nose, but they create wonderful, intelligent
chemistry that drives their romance. Rossovich brings an oafish charm to the
third edge of the triangle; he is such a transparent idiot that we can do
nothing but shake our heads with a knowing smile. And Martin's script, the
engine for this truly fun vehicle, crackles with literary ingenuity even in the
face of a tired premise and well-known inspiration. Roxanne is a wonderful
flight of cinematic fancy, one of American cinema's original intelligent fairy
tales.
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Review by Jason McKiernan
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