Venice Biennale: Putin has a red-hot time as jig gives to orgasmic chills and S& M taboos

Marie Chouinards sexually charged introduction programme appreciates dancers locked up like zoo animals then loosed, while Vladimir Putin is taunted with flogs and made to dance with a Nubian Queen

A naked dame perforates her body repeatedly against a wall, her saying hide by the dark autumn of whisker comprising her face. A pallid, serious youth jigs a solitary route through a gang of spectators, his limbs drift, warping and buckling to low-level electronic music. A middle-aged follower in a knitted detonator and lifeguards casing sweeps the flooring, talking all the while about the counsel to purify his life.

There is nothing brand-new about visual artistry that blurs into performance, or jig that verges on facility, but at Venice this year the question of categories feels interestingly loaded. Daina Ashbees Unrelated and Benot Lachambres Lifeguard are the firstly and third occurrences described above, hitherto while they feature in the programme that has been put together by the dancing biennales brand-new aesthetic director, Marie Chouinard, neither toil embraces traditional modes of choreography. The languorous street-dance solo, meanwhile, comes from Anne Imhofs Faust, a five-hour occasion that is attracting the largest bunch at the prowes biennale and whose communication is heavily predicated on dance.

The agency of the body is a key theme of Faust, often because its cast are forced into situations of unsettling passivity. Imhof has changed the interior of the German pavilion into glass enclosures within which private individuals or small groups of musicians are limited. As we march past or even above them, we are going to be able observe these young men and women engaged in their own variously stolid, unfriendly or sexual activities, as if they were laboratory samples or animals in a zoo.

Those glass walls and ceilings start to feel like an absolute divide, turning us into voyeurs and the musicians into objects even when theyre exhibiting mansions of threatening behaviour. It comes as a outraging change of dominance when the performers are sporadically let out of their cells and allowed to dance among us, taking sudden bid of the space and asserting their primacy over our clumsy, self-conscious bodies.

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Dreamy street move Anne Imhofs five-hour Faust. Picture: David Levene for the Guardian

The body as objective, as artillery, as provocation and sensual canvas are themes that occupy other creators showing in this years dance biennale. James Richards film What Fades the Flesh Is the Flesh Itself is a disturbing, claustrophobic patch in which dreamily eroticised footage of wrestlers is juxtaposed with jigging skeletons and epitomes of torsoes falsified by tattoos, genital impales and the ritualised trappings of S& M.

Richards seams the body with so much better obsession, estimate and finesse that its a breath of fresh air to watch Mark Bradfords mesmerising short video that pictures, on a gradually diminishing curve, a pitch-black teenager ambling down an inner-city street, his easy galloping step interspersed by a self-confident skip, a sudden turn of the heading. The boy is caught at a moment of uncontested, easy ownership of his mas and wall street around him. He is flukily beautiful and alive, even if the future he saunters towards is unknown.

There are also cinemas of mass in the disco program although commonly they come with far fewer curators documents and far lower glossy advertisement fabric. Dance and prowes may collide in interesting paths at Venice, but there is never any doubt about which of the two takes precedence to its implementation of fund, politics and profile.

But considered on its own, away from the razzle of the artwork biennale, Chouinards debut dance programme is a thoughtful take over the present background. Her own choreographic feelings are evident in the predominant filament of works with a strong conceptual turn, led by a improvement of the 1998 solo with which Xavier Le Roy grew established as one of the leadership of the non-dance progress in France.

The Self Unfinished is an outlandishly strange, rigorous and humorou work in which the everyday arrangements and functions of the body are investigated and inverted. The lone dancer( Joo dos Santos Martins) starts out in robotic mode, vocalising a grind, creaking accompaniment for himself as his body spans the stage in rigidly articulated blips. With his shirt enveloping his face he turns into a kind of insect: matched upside down and walking on his hands, his scrawny legs and hoofs waving with a confusing expressiveness.

Eventually, deprived of its clothes, Dos Santos Martins torso undergoes even more radical changes scrunched into a apparently random configuration of muscle, skin and bone, or twisted into conditions that resemble a chicken or an foreigner. It should come as no surprise that Le Roy started out as a microbiologist theres a puckish curiosity at work in The Self Unfinished, but also the viciously unflinching logic of a scientist.

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Twinned gentility Mathilde Monnier and La Ribots Gustavia. Picture: Marc Coudrais

The other major filament in Chouinards programme is a celebration of female choreography. The committee is acts by Louise Lecavalier and Lucinda Childs recipient of the 2017 Golden Lion award and the gala shuts with an excellently varied evening from Robyn Orlyn, Mathilde Monnier and La Ribot.

Orlyn creates salty, transgressive, colorful dance provocations in which she undertakes corruption and repression in her native South Africa but also celebrates the nations culture and its artists. In And So You Picture Orlyn renders the stage over to Albert Silindokuhle Ibokwe Khoza, a musician of physical affluence and scandalous allure who voyages through this piece like a glorious flagship for the LGBT community.

To the grandly sacred choruses of Mozarts Requiem, Khoza gradually deprives himself of a white shroud and embarks on a series of browbeat, dreamy, offending and enchanting exercises. He snacks on a container of oranges, his near-naked figure rapt in orgasmic quiverings of gratify as juice runs over his body. When he guilds two gathering members on stagecoach to bathe him down, the collapse of the performer-spectator segment is far more deviant than anything in Imhofs Faust. But beyond the rampant presentation, the smash of taboo, there are political contents in this piece.

For one segment, Khoza lovingly garments up as a Nubian king preparing for a red-hot year with Vladimir Putin, whose moving image appears on a screen. As Khoza undulates gracefully in front of an awkwardly jigging Putin, he makes mocking scoffs about the presidents homophobia. More affecting, however, is his segue into a gravely traditional solo, which he acts with two ceremonial whips that he coils in the air around him as he moves. How something better it is, Khoza says to the trapped image of Putin, to be able to dance with your weapons than kill with them.

The last event in the celebration is a superb double behave of French choreographer and dance Mathilde Monnier and Spanish dancer and action creator La Ribot. In Gustavia, the two women are twinned as supremely handsome middle-aged blondes, garmented identically in pitch-black leotards and high-heeled Mary Janes. They appear spiky, slim and assured as they pick their practice across a pitch-black draped stagecoach but rapidly begin to act in ways that flow exclusively counter to that portrait. Theres a petroleum( but exquisitely period) duo of Laurel and Hardy slapstick in which La Ribot, hefting a huge black plank, prevents knocking Monnier down. Theres a pin-up calendar of a move where the two women supersede poses of leggy glamour with sardonically flexed biceps and kickboxing moves.

Gustavia finishes in a quickfire verbal exchange in which they throw out dozens of ways to describe or categorise themselves as dames. Wry, funny, beautifully held, the issue was undertaking that might move into comedian or execution art, but its one who are unable to be performed by dancers like Monnier and La Ribot with years of training behind them, and with a vintage physical intelligence.

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