Lohengrin is a drama of polarities, the good and the bad. So it is in this performance of the opera, where Jonas Kaufmann’s Lohengrin is very good and Richard Jones’s production is very bad. That is reflected in the critical conflict – to recommend it or not. It seemed at first that the visual element was such a liability as to warrant rejection; then it became clear that Kaufmann deserves to be seen as well as heard, and that his merits are more important than the attendant distractions. As in Wagner, goodness prevails.

This Lohengrin becomes moving at the moment when the shadow falls across his mind, the destruction of his happiness, which he hopes yet to avert but now fears to be inevitable. Kaufmann’s humanity lies essentially in his singing, but in deportment he plays the part with a naturalness, an absence of stagey “attitude”, that is rare indeed. The producer gives him “business” to cover the interlude between scenes in Act 3 but the realisation of loss written on his face, and the sight of his sunken head all but motionless yet leaving us in no doubt that he is weeping – these are what move us. And his singing is surpassingly fine throughout. This is the Lohengrin voice of dreams: both romantic and heroic, with a gentle, well nourished warmth, capable of a perfectly graduated diminuendo to pianissimo. He is sensitive to modulation, so that phrases such as “soll er mein gedenken” in the Farewell are infinitely touching. Above all, the legato style is habitual with him, and his two solos in the Love duet, “Das süsse Lied verhallt” and “Atmest du nicht”, ennoble the character through the sheer beauty of his singing.

Anja Harteros has lovely moments but as the exquisitely soft tones increase in volume and the lyricism becomes more declamatory so her voice tends to loosen. As always, it is not easy to believe in the character, and her statuesque figure and wide-eyed expression set her at a further remove than usual. As Telramund, Wolfgang Koch sustains the vocal pressures without the tone spreading, and in his looming, lumbering way he presents a real character. King and Herald are acceptable and the chorus sing splendidly.

It is presumably part of the producer’s concept that the chorus is no more than a line-up of expressionless faces. But if one starts on this and the other perversities of production it might take forever. The DVD is after all to be recommended. There are times when the distraction of stage-business makes such a contrast with the beauty of what one is hearing that in an odd way appreciation of the score is enhanced. In that process a major contribution is no doubt made by Kent Nagano’s sympathetic conducting and the fine playing of his Munich orchestra. The recorded sound is clear and rich; the video production well judged.