Michael Lunts dramatises the letters of Frederick Chopin, fevered and alone in a darkened Spanish monastery, amid the ghostly shadows of his past.
The church was the ideal mysterious, incense-infused location for the narrative but the slightly uneventful performance suggested it could have been better on the original paper.
Lunts is a highly gifted pianist and this could have been used to more effect to enhance the drama, eliminating the need for an over reliance on eerie sound effects, and this production seemed a little too concerned with its own importance to enliven the history with much interpretation.
Setting Chopin's compositions in their context, however - with a rustic piano and piles of manuscripts - worked well, and was a useful reminder of the significance of where and when music has its origins.
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