Chronicles the love affair between Frédéric Chopin and “George Sand,” a French proto-feminist who dressed in men’s clothes and conquered any man she had a mind to. These included Franz Liszt and Eugène Delacroix. In fact, you get the impression she fucked most of the creative men in mid-19th-century Paris, and much of the surrounding countryside. It’s amazing, because she was not a great beauty. It must have been the force of her personality. It’s a well-mounted show, with Judy Davis showing something of what must have made her so attractive to men. Hugh Grant as Chopin, sickly all his life, resists her as long as he can, but it’s no use. Whatever Georgie wants, Georgie gets.