Review: GENTLEMAN JACK, Sadler's Wells
At this point in the history of humanity, a ballet translated from screen to stage or built around a real person is more likely to raise eyebrows than expectations. That’s not to say they have a uniform quality - Rambert’s Peaky Blinders: The Redemption Of Thomas Shelby blew the roof off Sadler’s Wells while Birmingham Royal Ballet’s tribute to Black Sabbath was an unholy mess. No, the main qualm is that it all smacks of hopping onto a passing bandwagon and hoping fervent fans of the source material fill the stalls.
