Cyrano: Before I do anything, I ask myself, would De Guiche do that? And if the answer is yes, I do not do that thing.
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Cyrano: Before I do anything, I ask myself, would De Guiche do that? And if the answer is yes, I do not do that thing.
Christian: This is horrible! this is the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me!
Cyrano: Even more humiliating than-
Christian: Letâs not do this
Roxane: Is there a word that is a mix between angry and sad?
Cyrano: Malcontented, miserableâŠ
Christian: Smad.
WHY I SHIP CYRANO/DE GUICHE or, answering a question that none of you asked. First of all, itâs all Jacques Weberâs fault. I always loved De Guiche as a character, but the way Weber played the role in the 1990 movie is just heartbreaking. So fuuuck you Weber for making me cry for a man thatâs supposed to be the âvillainâ. And thank you. But letâs talk about De Guicheâs relationship with Cyrano, ok? And letâs do it with screencaps.
Cyrano: [offends Valvert] De Guiche, who should be offended as well: [TINIEST SMILE]
So now we know that De Guiche actually LIKES Cyrano and his humour. And of course he does, heâs smart enough to be able to appreciate it.
NEXT:
De Guiche, trying to not sound desperate: PLS BE MY PERSONAL POET Cyrano: How about no.
Poor Antoine. He just wants Cyrano to write nice things for him. And look at his face HERE:
De Guiche: Youâre proud Cyrano: No shit, Sherlock.
One of my favourite things about this scene is the way Antoine looks down the moment Cyrano moves away from him. Like, Antoine, youâre not even trying to hide the fact that you would very much like to kiss Cyrano but youâre too shy to do that. Youâre an embarrassment, dude. Speaking of which:
PERSONAL SPACE, ANTOINE. I hope you wonât think me mad if I say that I find this manâs lack of care about personal space hilarious. And he doesnât do it only with Cyrano, he does it also with Roxane! Which is actually another proof of the fact that he would gladly shag both the Gascon cousins. Shut up, Iâm not imagining things.
De Guiche: so I did this shitty, cowardly thing, which actually gained us a small victory. What do you think about it? [internally: please say you worship me. PLEASE] Cyrano: rip to you but Iâm different
Can we please talk about Antoineâs constant need for Cyranoâs approval? I mean heâs always talking shit about the man but the moment he performs a minimum act of âââcourageâââ he immediately runs up to him to tell him about it. So not only Antoine finds Cyrano FUN, he also considers him a role model. Look at his face the first time Cyrano compliments him â I mean, sort of. Letâs say the first time Cyrano acknowledges his personal improvement:
Heâs like: âOH. MY GOD. DID HE JUST SAY THAT ABOUT ME? #BLESSED.â
What about the scene where they fight together against the Spanish? We see them acting as one which is great, since theyâre actually very similar: both proud, both cultured, both ironic and both Gascon. But itâs not the only important thing: whatâs truly importanti is that they recognize each other. For the first time, they truly understand the aforementioned similarity.
De Guiche: Iâm not saying we should kiss, but remember that scene in Pirates of the Caribbean 3 where Elizabeth and Will get married during the battle- Cyrano: You know, for a moment I kinda hoped you would kiss me, but then you had to be a fucking nerd about it and now I just want to punch you. [Things that didnât happen but definitely should have.]
Look at them kicking Spanish butt. How nice.
And then... and then 15 years pass, and still Antoine thinks about Cyrano:
De Guiche, calmly: How is Cyrano doing? Le Bret: Not good. De Guiche, not so calmly: NOT GOOD???
Look at him. Look at him worrying about the love of his life.
Le Bret: Yeah I mean, Cyrano is always the same asshole, spilling tea about all the phony bitches in town. I told him to cut it out, but he wonât listen. De Guiche: [the sweetest smile EVER]Â
Heâs worried, but heâs also so proud of Cyrano. Had Cyrano been different, had he been more like him, Antoine could have never loved him.
De Guiche: so an asshole told me yesterday that Cyrano could die by accident. TELL HIM TO BE CAREFUL AND STAY INDOORS, for the love of God. Le Bret: [internally: who are you and what have you done with De Guiche???] Iâm trying to laugh, but Iâm actually dying inside.
De Guiche: In my life I earned nothing but illusions and regrets. Roxane, noticing him become teary-eyed: [internally: oh God, what is this about? Let me say something so that heâll just go away.] But seriously tho, he looks like heâs about to burst into tears. And I am too right now. Nothing in the world will ever convince me that heâs NOT talking about Cyrano, of course he is, the biggest regret in Antoineâs life is probably not working on becoming worthy of Cyranoâs love. Heâs rich and powerful, yes, but heâs lonely. And soon, Cyrano will be dead. Had he talked sooner, maybe he could have saved him. Or maybe not. Cyranoâs devotion to Roxane is stronger than his love for life, we know that.
And Antoine knows that too.
Le Bret: Let's play truth or dare.
Cyrano: Okay, uh, truth.
Le Bret: How many hours of sleep have you gotten in the past week.
Cyrano:
Cyrano: Dare.
Le Bret: Go to sleep.
Cyrano: I don't like this game very much.
Cyrano: Why are you crying?
Christian: Because I'm stupid.
Cyrano: That's no reason to cry. One cries because one is sad. For example, I cry because others are stupid, and that makes me sad.
Roxane: The odds of that happening coincidentally are vanishingly small.
Cyrano: I would say infinitesimally.
Christian: Yes, and I would say teensily-weensily. We all know words.
Cyrano: Donât worry. Roxane likes your butt and your fancy hair. I know. I read her diary.
Christian: [touching his hair in wonder] She thinks itâs fancy?