As for the way the scandal was portrayed? This was very much a TV version, typical in depicting the dance world in impossibly broad strokes. There were so many sordid twists that it was more farcical than shocking, making it seem that the original incident needed to be pumped up in order to be truly horrifying.

The plot went something like this: Male dancers make secret videos of their sexual conquests; a male choreographer says he can keep the videos offline as long as the women have sex with him (which sounds more like rape); and, finally, an artistic director promises to make that nightmare go away as long as the dancer in question — elevated to the rank “prima ballerina” somewhere along the way — agrees to be auctioned off to the highest-paying bidder, I mean donor, expecting more than just dinner on a big gala night.

A dancer, in other words, has never been more of an object.

The blandly emotive choreography, seen in brief flashes is not worthy of an apprentice, much less a prima ballerina. (The dancers don’t even wear point shoes.) It’s all very B-movie: The sex scenes take place in Studio X — so nicknamed by the dancers — where a barre replaces a bed, as if it were a thing for a ballet dancer to want to have sex and stretch her hamstring at the same time.

Delia, the young dancer whose video has gone viral — she’s the one who brings in the police — ultimately quits the profession. She can’t imagine being onstage with “everyone in the audience leering at me on the internet.”