And so it was last night with Royal New Zealand Ballet and its new-ish version of Romeo and Juliet. Christopher Hampson's production is a safe take on the doomed lovers, more schools matinee than Shakespearean tragedy. The setting is recent Italian, and the choreographic style is in the MacMillan mould, unsurprising given that Hampson trained at the Royal Ballet School when everyone was breathing MacMillan's air. Design-wise, the set is an ingenious revolve and the costumes are funky if chronologically confused - the girls are Fifties-neat, the men ghetto-fabulous. And almost everyone wears too much red, including Juliet, which feels wrong.