Early modernism: So. Hot. It's Paris 1913 and Coco Chanel is in a half-lit bohemian garret mutilating her corset so she can breathe. Igor Stravinsky is seething through a riot against his music. Soon enough, we discover that under the owly glasses and spiky harmonics, Stravinsky is sporting a serious body. It is tan and meaty, does push-ups every morning, goes on meditative walks in leafy woods, and belongs to actor Mads Mikkelsen, aka the James Bond villain who cries tears of blood. It is impossible to care whether the filmmakers took liberties in telling the true story of the short-lived affair between these two, because the details are so very right. If only theaters would pump in Chanel No. 5 during screenings. (See Movie Times: thestranger.com/film.)