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As its title suggests, this musical about Claude Monet is full of reflections – fittingly so given the artist’s preoccupation with light. In 1916, while struggling to complete The Water Lilies with cataracts, the ageing painter (Jeff Shankley) retreats into memories of his early career. His single-minded younger self (Dean John-Wilson) may be about to change art for ever but, looking back, all Monet sees is the personal cost of his drive, particularly his mistreatment of his first wife, muse and mother of his children, Camille (Brooke Bazarian).

For a man usually defined by his success, this alternative reflection is refreshing. Also bouncing back at Monet are his peers’ struggles, the artistic establishment’s dismissal of impressionism, and art’s relationship to war and women. So abundant are these reflections, in fact, that Carmel Owen’s ambitious book at times becomes a house of mirrors – enticing but with a distractingly split focus.

There are certainly strengths, though, not least Libby Todd’s set: a floor-to-ceiling jumble of empty canvases, which fill with huge impressionist paintings, vivid washes of coloured light and animated backdrops rendered in flickering brushstrokes. It’s an invitation to step inside the artistic movement that favoured feeling over realism.

Director Christian Durham has an accomplished cast on his hands. Shankley brings moving introspection (and a brilliant turn as a sniffy Paris salon clerk), while Bazarian and John-Wilson deliver standout singing on a stage full of mighty voices. Their connection, however, is outshone by those between young Monet and his fellow impressionist upstarts Bazille (a lovable Ritesh Manugula) and Renoir (a breezy Sam Peggs), whose moments together are the show’s strongest. They fizz with the impatience of young rebellion, and their bickering, which provides much-needed moments of gentle humour, gives way to genuine devotion.

An excellent eight-piece orchestra takes on Owen’s songs, which lead us aptly through the story’s tonal beats – lush strings for young love; jaunty woodwind for bantering artists. But none are distinctive enough to reach the heights of “hum it all the way home”.

Like Monet’s, this musical’s ambition sometimes comes at a cost, but it still lands in a place of beauty and deep feeling.

• At Charing Cross theatre, London, until 9 May