Metamorphosis is an amusing, disturbing and provocative play, lent the theatrical equivalent of being touched, or tarred, with, say, Dali's brush, or Leary's drug-infused rants.
In her trademark fashion, with Push, Sylvie Guillem has nudged the boundaries of what constitutes modern dance and raised further poignant questions about where it might go.
Obviously, there's something in it for practically everyone; male, female, or she-male. After all, one way or another, at any given age, we all have a vested, or unvested, interest in breasts.
Contradiction, conundrum, conflict, racism, misogyny and homophobia run through this play like a main circuit cable snaking through a moral minefield of explosive allegation.
Following the unedifying edict that "there's a sucker born every minute", the show skewers the modern self-improvement economy in a piss-take parody of today's 'gurus' and snake-oil salesmen.