Pret-a-porter choreography, an on-stage PhD thesis, and shadow-chasing stagecraft

Stools to fall between, a Russell Maliphant tribute, and an assault that aims to impress

The band wins hands down, charting coupledom’s choppy waters, and the salt between the sides

A contemporary dance cliché – oh, and another one – and a sight-gaggy satire

Actions glimpsed more than grasped, the warp and weft of tales being spun, and Rosas by another name

Well-made West End virtues, scrappy experimenta, and a riveting quarter hour, no more no less

Song takes centre stage, a taut frame filled with detail, and an off-the-cuff charmer

Wide-eyed but woefully underpowered women, the thunder inside, and informational flotsam

Minimalism that’s not overdone, bruising but empty assault, and an end-of-year, easy-on-the-eye show

Butt clenching that’s not butt-clenching, some sweet cohabitation, and utter incomprehensibility