Billed as Carlos Acosta with Guest Artists from the Royal Ballet, the latest occupants of the Coliseum are indeed that. And none too interestingly so. But the title does not convey just how cheese-paring is the event – which I saw on Tuesday – or how unenterprising. It repeats that compilation of the too familiar and the recent and flimsy that Acosta offered at Sadler’s Wells two years ago, with the trick of dancers trudging on to a stage at its barest, there to stretch and get into costume, and, as the evening ends, trailing off again, illusion and excitement dispelled.

The Coliseum presentation, as at the Wells, is cursory, but a damn sight more expensive for the punters. There is no scenery, with a couple of items destroyed by being played against a pitch-black scrim (a duet from La Sylphide went for nothing, and not just because it was danced as if by rote). Acosta dances, doing what his fans expect with his usual dash and flash. Tamara Rojo joins him for the Diana and Actaeon pas de deux, witty in her bravura – her fouettés, played so that she turns to each point of the compass, are a merry thing. (Acosta also partners Lauren Cuthbertson in a sober-sided view of the Agon duet.)