Coco Chanel & Igor
Stravinsky (1/10)
by Tony Medley
Run time 115 minutes.
Not for children. There was
never a horse that couldn’t be rode and never a man who couldn’t be
throwed. No matter how right you think you are about something, it seems
like something comes along to prove you wrong. I didn’t think I’d soon
see a slower movie than last year’s The Last Station, also about
the putrid way a Russian artist (Leo Tolstoy) treated his loving wife,
but this latest movie about Igor Stravinsky and Coco Chanel proved that
idea wrong.
This is the story about
Russian composer Stravinsky (Mads Mikkelsen) getting it on with French
designer Coco Chanel (Anna Mouglalis) while Stravinsky’s family,
including his ill wife, Catherine (Elena Morozova) were living with Coco
at her country estate. According to this film, Coco seduced Igor. But,
who cares? Igor liked it and pursued her.
This movie is so slow it
goes into the mundane things of everyday life in early 20th-Century
France. Like when the Stravinsky’s move in, we see them unpacking and
putting things in drawers, and we see the table being set and we see the
children swinging in the swings. On and on and on. And, boy, do we see
lots of faces thinking. Frankly, I’m not sure that Mikkelsen has much of
a voice because in just about everything I’ve seen of him (like 2008’s
Flame & Citron) he does a lot of thinking, and not much talking.
The most interesting thing
about the film isn’t the illicit romance, it’s the treatment of the
première of The Rite of Spring on May 29, 1913 at the Théâtre des
Champs-Élysées in Paris under the Ballets Russes with the dancers
choreographed by Vaslav Nijinsky. Director Jan
Kounen recreates the riot that arose as a result of the complex
music and violent dance steps depicting fertility rites and the violent
dispute between Stravinsky and Nijinsky. Kounen says it was the most
complex scene he’s ever had to shoot because he had only three days in
the theater and four in the studio.
There only other good
things about the movie, other than the nude lovemaking scenes which
really aren’t that erotic, are the loving recreation of the period and
the performance of Morozova, none of which would be worth the price of
admission for me.
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