
Tchaikovsky's Wife

Antonina Milyukova is a beautiful and bright young woman, born in the aristocracy of 19th century Russia. She could have anything she'd want, and yet her only obsession is to marry Pyotr Tchaikovsky, with whom she falls in love from the very moment she hears his music. The composer finally accepts this union, but after blaming her for his misfortunes and breakdowns, his attempts to get rid of his wife are brutal. Consumed by her feelings for him, Antonina decides to endure and do whatever it takes to stay with him. Humiliated, disgraced and discarded, she is slowly driven to madness.
Like Beef Stroganov pizza: it's super heavy and not easy to digest but you'd be wrong if you said it wasn't good.
Director Kirill Serebrennikov is so good that even the movies of his that I don't like (Petrov's Flu) are admittedly well-made, and the movies of his that I do like (Leto) are amazing.
Fortunately, Tchaikovsky's Wife falls into the second category. This mostly autobiographical film about Tchaikovsky's wife uses her passion / obsession with him as a lens through which to explore his homosexuality (interestingly, there is a great deal of full frontal male nudity in the film, and practically no female nudity).
Clocking in at nearly 2½ hours, Tchaikovsky's Wife is very dense, but the wonderful acting and sharp directing make the movie much easier to swallow.