An actor who touches the Cyrano in all of us
Royal Shakespeare Company’s Derek Jacobi

By Louise Sweeney

Christian Science Monitor
March 1985

      When they pass out the Tony Awards this year, Derek Jacobi may win by a nose.  An enormous nose.  It is the nose of “Cyrano de Bergerac,” the swashbuckling romantic role Mr. Jacobi plays in the Royal Shakespeare Company production that took the United States by storm this season.

      Jacobi has doubly dazzled audiences by playing Cyrano back to back with the role of Benedick in Shakespeare’s “Much Ado About Nothing.”  But it is the nose that could bring him the coveted Tony for best actor, the grandiloquent nose that playwright Edmond Rostand had Cyrano compare to a public monument, a big cucumber or a little watermelon, a rock, a peak, a cape . . .”no, not a cape, a peninsula!”  And, of course, the nose as the facial flaw that kept him from ever declaring himself to his beloved Roxanne.

      Before donning his nose one night during the recent double run at Kennedy Center, Jacobi sat for an interview on Cyrano, Benedick, the Tonys, and the craft of acting.

      “There’s some of Cyrano in all of us, really,” Jacobi says.  “That wonderful struggle to survive in the face of defeat, in his head.  He goes on, he’s an extraordinary chap, you know.  I think people identify with him.  I mean, the nose is an outward manifestation of it . . . It’s not only on his face, but that blemish is in his head too.

      “We all have things about us that to us are awful. But to other people, they don’t even notice them.  And I do think the nose should be big, but if a nose is too kind of helter-skelter, too grotesque, then it becomes merely a play about a nose.”  Pause.  “And it’s more than that.”

      We are talking in his Kennedy Center dressing room, pre-nose.  That magnificent proboscis will be put on shortly in a makeup session that takes an hour or so.

      In real life beyond the footlights, Jacobi, clad only in his perfectly fine nose and street clothes, looks like neither the blond-maned, quicksilver young lover Benedick nor the feisty, dark, and brooding Cyrano.  He sits with his back to the dressing room mirror; uncharacteristic for an actor, but a clue to Jacobi’s certain lack of ego offstage.  He appears to be an actor who regards himself as musicians do their instruments.  And it’s an instrument on which all sorts of music may be played.  He makes Cyrano seem a towering, tempestuous presence, although Jacobi himself is of medium height, with a pleasant, slightly ruddy face and wide blue eyes.  His hair is cut short, somewhere between grey and tan, with a hint of bangs.  Gone are the cloaks and doublet, the capes and armor and plumed hats of his double roles.  He wears instead a maroon, grey, and navy striped sweater over a collarless aqua shirt, tan chinos, and black ankle boots.

      Jacobi winces when the subject of the Tony Awards comes up.  “Oh, gosh, I’m so ambivalent about prizes.  If prizes have got to be given out, I suppose it’s nice to win them.  But I think we should never let them affect us in any way. Yes, it’s nice to be specially rewarded for something you’ve done if people think you’ve done it well enough to receive an extra something.  But it’s the use of the word best and all that, that I find sometimes difficult, because the best actor of the year often played the best part of the year.”

      That may be.  But the critics suggest it’s less the role than Jacobi’s blaze of talent.  Jack Kroll of Newsweek wrote, “Jacobi’s feat of double virtuosity is one of the most memorable in many Broadway seasons.”  And he added, “Jacobi’s Cyrano is a triumph—romantic, hardheaded, drawing blood with his sword and his wit, yearning for Roxanne [Sinead Cusack], who can’t see past his potato nose to his gallant heart.”  And Frank Rich of the New York Times described Jacobi’s gift:  “The soul of his Cyrano—a noble amalgam of poetry and fire—floods every corner of the RSC’s throbbing theatrical tapestry.”

      As an actor Jacobi likes to make audiences feel that they’ve been on a journey, although with Cyrano and Benedick the trips run in different directions:

      “I think with Benedick it’s a very joyous feeling, a feeling of great exhilaration.  If we’ve done it properly, they’re very happy when Beatrice and Benedick get together in the end.  It’s a very lovely feeling.  I think that Cyrano is more cathartic for an audience . . . They are moved more deeply than in ‘Much Ado’; they’ve had their withers wrung rather more violently.  I think after Cyrano the feeling is much more emotional.”

      One night at Kennedy Center after a four-Kleenex performance of Cyrano, the normally restrained Washington audience gave Jacobi five standing ovations.  Closing night was even more ecstatic, with the cast finally hoisting him up on their shoulders and carrying him around the stage like a triumphant warrior to the audience’s cheers.  For a last bit of panache, Jacobi flung Cyrano’s nose into the audience.  Then he left his dual role and the RSC behind “to bash the Bahamas” on a well-deserved vacation.

      Jacobi began his life as an actor in a dual role, too, in a kindergarten production of “The Prince and the Swineherd,” in which he played a six-year-old prince in love with a shepherdess and dressed up as a swineherd to woo her.  Jacobi grew up in London in a nontheatrical family; his father managed a store; his mother was a secretary.

      But he was surrounded by theaters and had an English schoolmaster who encouraged him to visit the Old Vic.  He became a film buff, too, by the time he was 12, going to Wednesday movie matinees, double features with lots of American films.  “I just adore James Cagney.”  He speaks of his eight years at Britain’s National Theatre with Sir Laurence Olivier and says Sir Laurence once told him Cagney was his favorite too:  “Cagney was the greatest of them all, because he could do it all.”

      Jacobi is talking in a low, husky, intimate voice that sounds like deep velvet.  A humidifier is hurling so much moisture into the air that the narrow, mirrored dressing room feels like an Amazon rain forest.  Jacobi is saving his voice for the strenuous double role which on matinee days with Cyrano requires six hours of nonstop talking.  In the warm, humid breeze the ostrich plumes on Cyrano’s and Benedick’s several hats waft gently above his costume rack.  A brace of balloons given him by a child who saw Cyrano bobbles up and down near the door.

      Audiences.  Jacobi sighs.  “Actors’ antennae are very, very sharp.  To an actual stage . . . sound is very important.  Somebody in an audience who clears his throat—to an actor that sounds like an Exocet missile going off.  So people ought to think twice about doing that.”  Rrrmmm.  He clears his throat.  “To us it’s really a wound.”

      Derek Jacobi may be best known to non-theater audiences for his Emmy Award-winning role in PBS’s “I, Claudius,” but he quietly scooped up Britain’s Best Actor award this year for his quadruple RSC star turns.  They included not only “Cyrano” and “Much Ado,” but also “The Tempest” and “Peer Gynt.”

      This consummate actor admits that he is always studying his medium:  people.  “One is always watching people, watching what they’re doing physically, and how they’re doing it.  And also what thoughts must be going through their heads to make them do that.

      “Most of the time actors are scavengers—any little thing that helps, you put into your bag of tricks.  Even with other actors, you see another actor do something on stage and you think, hmmmm.  Acting is about making a choice.  You see some of the choices actors make.  How did he think of doing it that way.  Wonderful!  And suddenly in rehearsal one day you say, ‘Yes, that’s what I need, that’s it.’  I do think acting is a magical mystery tour.  But it’s also sleight of hand, it’s also the art of the conjurer.  It has to be.”

      He chews thoughtfully on a lozenge, mentions that it’s always different with every part, that he wishes it could be as easy for him as it is other actors who say that if they get the character’s shoes right, or walk or hat right, then they’ve got the character.  With Cyrano it wasn’t the tilt of the plumed hat or the swagger.  “With Cyrano it was a question of finding truthfully inside myself all that anger, all that rage, all that hurt, all that love, and expressing that.”

      It’s true, he says, that when he puts on Cyrano’s nose and beard and wig it helped.  “It was the look.  That helped me.”  Jacobi says he thinks Mr. Hands is right.  “Some actors put on a disguise and sort of act their way out.  Terry thinks that when I put on a disguise I act better.  I don’t have to act my way out of a disguise.  A disguise usually confers on me the ability to do it.  And I think probably there’s more than a grain of truth in that.  I do like to appear to be somebody else.”

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