This movie was surprisingly unlikeable, in spite of so many factors that could have made it unforgettable.
First of all, there's Julliette Binoche, the incredibly involving, charming and beautiful actress. She plays the French novelist George Sand.
Then there is the wonderful romantic period and characters. Sand was, of course, the lover of Frederick Chopin during the last part of his miserably short life. In one scene of the film they show the viruoso Liszt playing in a French salon. This seems to be a wonderful premise for an involing plot.
But this was not to be. Sand becomes the lover of the womanizing (and daily prostitute frequenting) Alfred de Musset. He is a great source of irretation in this movies. At first he supposedly loves Sand but then returns to his old hedonistic lifestyle when she becomes sick on a love-trip to Venice. His infidelity, it seems, is fatalisticly unstoppable. This probably accounts for the title: they are "children" of the romantic fatalistic ideal.
I don't know if many other viewers enjoyed (or would enjoy) this movie. It is a sad chapter in a romantic literary geniuss's life - and I wished they picked a different chaper to tell.