With Anthony Burgess's subs. In his autobiography Burgess goes on a good deal about the word Panache, so that I was able to anticipate the film's last words; it's good though - long, but fast moving.
And I kept giggling at this:
‘Yes. You have a splendid, chivalrous soul.’ ‘Not a bit.’ ‘Yes, you have. You remind me of Cyrano.’ ‘Who?’ ‘Cyrano de Bergerac.’ ‘The chap with the nose?’ ‘Yes.’ I can’t say I was any too pleased. I felt the old beak furtively. It was a bit on the prominent side, perhaps, but, dash it, not in the Cyrano class. It began to look as if the next thing this girl would do would be to compare me to Schnozzle Durante.