The ballet feels like Don Quixote's plangent descent towards retirement; gracious but slightly mad. But with fading out, the colours shine more brightly, and he revels in a final flood of dancing. Harry Peter Sanderson reviews.
The vulnerability in CJ’s material about his childhood in India, to the downward spiral brought about by his divorce, could at times transcend the boundaries of age and cultural backgrounds. Sophie Minissale reviews.