Impromptu is my favorite movie of all time. I have watched it at least nine times, possibly more. It never fails to entertain.
What makes the plot unique among films is that Chopin and George Sand are portrayed as sexual inverts; that is to say that George Sand is a woman with the psyche of a man, whereas Chopin is a man with the psyche of a woman. Instead of developing homosexual orientations, as one might expect, they fall in love with each other. Although this seems at first confusing, almost bewildering, the story proves to be beautiful.
It is a historic fact that Chopin and Sand lived with one another for many years, mainly on the island of Majorca, the site of George Sand's ancestral lands. However, their union produced no offspring and ended badly. Sand was more or less a groupie. Once she had her fill of the prestige associated with Chopin, she shrugged him off. He represented just another trophy for her collection of famous lovers. History avenged Chopin, however, because today his music is more alive than ever, whereas no one reads Sand anymore, and with good cause because her novels were insipid and verbose.
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