He is the perfect man to bring “Cyrano” into the 21st century, presenting the play’s flowery sensibility without making audiences feel they’ve been doused in perfume. (Even “Fiddler on the Roof,” in his hands, suggested a Vogue layout on Shtetl Chic.) He also has a strong sentimental streak, tempered by his aesthetic sense. Leveaux, the British director of the exquisite-looking Broadway productions of “Nine” and “Jumpers,” does pretty better than most of his peers, which is his blessing and his curse. Jennifer Garner and Kevin Kline in David Leveauxs production of "Cyrano de Bergerac," at the Richard Rodgers Theater. The pleasures of “Cyrano,” when presented this astutely, aren’t so different from those of true-hearted old movies that you think you’ve outgrown but wind up watching straight through when you stumble upon them on television. It does, though, establish this romantic tale of a 17th-century French cavalier poet with a soul as big as his outsize nose as something perhaps more rare: an immortal popcorn entertainment that pushes emotional buttons just as effectively today as it did when it was written 110 years ago. Leveaux’s savvy production may not make a case for Edmond Rostand’s plumed war horse as an immortal work of high art. Starring an artfully low-key Kevin Kline and a captivating Jennifer Garner, Mr. And it goes down so easily, you’re drunk and misty-eyed before you know it. David Leveaux’s disarming revival of “Cyrano de Bergerac,” which opened last night at the Richard Rodgers Theater, is a double shot of silvery hokum, sweet but surprisingly potent. Sometimes a glass of moonshine is just what you need to take the sting out of life.