Not even Peter Dinklage--- a brilliant actor whose joy, frustration, pain, longing and vulnerability is written all over his ever-evolving face--- could redeem this turkey of a film.
Dreadful, awkward, forgettable demi-operetta songs, designed to make you think, "oh, Les Mis", simply fail. The dance choreography, which seems more farcical than genuinely meant to charm, instead makes you laugh in its ludicrousness. Very PC with a black actor as the object of Roxanne's mistaken passion. Sorry but that simply would not have happened in that century. Why must we rewrite stories to fit our modern mores? The costumes are lovely but cinematography not stunning, and most of the cast merely average. Why make a musical with actors who cannot really sing? I watched to the end only because I wanted to see how bad this film could get.
Please do yourself a favor and see Gerard Depardieu's Cyrano to really feel the heart, soul and tragedy of this story of star-crossed love.