On my tenth birthday there was cake, chips, probably a movie. Carlos Acosta goes down a less obviously celebratory route to mark a decade of his company of spry Cuban dancers. No fireworks, and precious little fun.
Acosta Danza don’t have to light all the candles just because it’s a birthday. Acosta’s young performers have a real zest for movement and tackle material by choreographers (all male on this programme) from both Cuba and beyond. They’ve made a welcome home in the British dance landscape: stylish performances, but not always in the material they deserve.
