Still Pointless: Balletboyz at 25

This is a review I hadn’t, initially, intended to write.

Some days prior to attending the performance I watched a run-through at the company’s studio in Kingston, southwest London. Guests sat in front of the wall-width mirror on hard chairs, feet tucked under as dancers in practice clothes hurtled past or skidded to within inches. Rehearsals are intimate, casual encounters.

The following week I attended a public performance at Sadler’s Wells. Costumed, with architectural lighting  (mainly Andrew Ellis’s designs), and with music pumping through the sound system, each piece was transformed.