Dance: Hansel and Gretel

As far as memory serves, in my 46 years of being both in and at the ballet I have encountered only seven ballet adaptations of the Grimm Brothers’ Hansel and Gretel. Alas, each was less memorable than the one before. Happily, the new version by the Royal Ballet’s first artist-in-residence, Liam Scarlett, which had its première last week, has dispensed with the dance numbers for cuddly forest animals and cute gingerbread men that turned the versions of his predecessors into laughable creations. Instead, he has opted to exploit the dark tones of the Grimms’ narrative — abandoned children, cannibalism, a hyperbolic excess of unhealthily sugary food, etc. — and align the story, now set in the splendidly kitsch Fifties, with the horrific realities of abused youngsters we are daily exposed to in the news.

Most of the magic has thus gone, and the only supernatural being is the Sandman, seen here as an overgrown ventriloquist’s dummy (inspired by the famous and somewhat unsettling Charlie McCarthy), who lures little Hansel away from home.