Part of the French provocateur’s Musée de la danse season, this nutrient-free piece saw a clutch of dancers spend an hour-plus eating paper.
A fusion of hip-hop and flamenco, unceremoneously gelded by its own naffness.
Expensive tribute to Virginia Woolf as exquisitely designed and danced as it was choreographically dreary.
You’d think it would be impossible to make the resplendent, globe-trotting dancer Vishneva look dull and foolish – this otiose showcase proved otherwise.
A well-intentioned leaving-present from Carlos Acosta to the Royal Ballet that should never have left the drawing-board.