This was David Hughes Dance interpretation of the classic Edgar Allan Poe story The Masque of the Red Death, an allegory of the inevitability of death.
In its time this gothic legend has been raked over by everyone from Aubrey Beardsley to Vincent Price, and – it has to be said – this version adds little to those extensive archives.
It certainly leaves its audience short-changed on its prior billing as “twisted and visually thrilling.”
Even the bawdiness that ventured into simulated vulgarity was hardly enough to elevate the production above titillating at best.
Six white-robed performers act out a dance macabre, over a soundtrack that ranges from baroque minuets to modern electronica. While it maybe offers one or two startling motifs there really isn’t sufficient to maintain the momentum of a 45-minute performance.
The Red Room too often fell back on repetitive mash-ups of ballet and breakdance.
There would be more of a fright night to be had aboard the resort’s ghost train.