Granted, the ballet’s chained to the boat-anchor of McCartney’s cartoonish plot, that, if more fully realized, might aspire to preciosity, but there are lots of ballets with silly plots, and an important, if unglamorous, part of the art of being a choreographer is knowing how to take the banal and make it appear, if not necessarily the stuff of genius, at least, well, less banal. With an almost aggressive lack of imagination, Martins couches this slight story in even slighter dance
