The UK premier of Dmitry Krymov's Opus No.7 took place at 5.00 PM. When it finished two and half hours later, a sun-dappled evening is bustling with the opening weekend of the Brighton Festival. At a nearby pub friends ask, "What was it like? What was it about?" For once I am lost for words. Describing Opus No.7 is akin to conveying an emotionally moving dream which, laid out prosaically, becomes gibberish. The produ…
SOURCE: The Arts Desk at 07:24AM on May 5, 2014