Venice Biennale: Putin has a hot appointment as dance renunciations to orgasmic shudders and S& M taboo

Marie Chouinards sexually billed entry programme learns dancers locked up like zoo swine then unleashed, while Vladimir Putin is razzed with beats and made to dance with a Nubian Queen

A naked female punches her body repeatedly against a wall, her expression hide by the dark sink of whisker encompassing her face. A sallow, serious boy dances a solitary itinerary through a army of spectators, his limbs drift, warping and fastening to low-level electronic music. A middle-aged mortal in a knitted cap and lifeguards jacket sweeps the floor, talking all the while about the exhort to purify his life.

There is nothing new about visual artwork that blurs into performance, or dance that verges on installation, but at Venice this year issues of categories feels interestingly loaded. Daina Ashbees Unrelated and Benot Lachambres Lifeguard are the first and third occasions described above, yet while they feature in the program that has been put together by the dance biennales new artistic head, Marie Chouinard, neither piece embraces traditional modes of choreography. The languorous street-dance solo, meanwhile, comes from Anne Imhofs Faust, a five-hour happening that is outlining the largest gang at the art biennale and whose language is heavily predicated on dance.

The agency of the body is a key topic of Faust, often because its cast are forced into situations of unsettling passivity. Imhof has altered the interior of the German pavilion into glass chambers within which private individuals or small groups of musicians are limited. As we walk past or even above them, we can observe these young men and women engaged in their own variously stolid, unfriendly or sexual acts, as if the latter are laboratory specimen or swine in a zoo.

Those glass walls and ceilings start to feel like an absolute subdivide, turning us into voyeurs and the performers into objects even when theyre exhibiting clues of peril behaviour. It comes as a offending change of influence when the performers are sporadically let out of their cells and allowed to dance among us, taking sudden authority of the space and asserting their supremacy over our tricky, self-conscious bodies.

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

The body as objective, as artillery, as provocation and erotic canvas are themes that occupy other artists showing in this years dance biennale. James Richards cinema What Weakens the Flesh Is the Flesh Itself is a disturbing, claustrophobic part in which dreamily eroticised footage of wrestlers is juxtaposed with dancing skeletons and images of torsoes distorted by tattoos, genital sounds and the ritualised trappings of S& M.

Richards beds the body with so much better obsession, projection and flair that its a breath of fresh air to watch Mark Bradfords mesmerising short video that pictures, on a gradually diminishing loop, a pitch-black teen walking down an inner-city street, his easy loping step interspersed by a self-confident hop-skip, a sudden turn of the top. The boy is caught at a moment of uncontested, easy possession of his figure and the street around him. He is flukily beautiful and alive, even if the future he moves towards is unknown.

There are also cinemas of organizations in the dance programme although normally they come with far fewer curators observes and far less glossy advertisement fabric. Dance and skill may collide in interesting access at Venice, but there is never any doubts concerning which of the two takes precedence in terms of money, politics and profile.

But considered on its own, away from the razzle of the art biennale, Chouinards debut dance programme is a musing take over the current situation. Her own choreographic savors are evident in the predominant filament of works with a strong conceptual twist, led by a revival of the 1998 solo with which Xavier Le Roy grew established as one of the leaders of the non-dance movement in France.

The Self Unfinished is an outlandishly strange, rigorous and whimsical work in which the everyday structures and functions of their own bodies are investigated and inverted. The lone dancer( Joo dos Santos Martins) is the beginning in robotic mode, vocalising a grind, bitching accompaniment for himself as his torso bridges the stage in rigidly enunciated blips. With his shirt considering his face he turns into a kind of insect: poised upside down and walking on his hands, his scrawny legs and hoofs curving with a flustering expressiveness.

Eventually, deprived of its robes, Dos Santos Martins mas undergoes even more radical changes scrunched into a seemingly random configuration of muscle, surface and bone, or twisted into figures that resemble a chicken or an immigrant. It should come as no surprise that Le Roy started out as a microbiologist theres a puckish imagery at work in The Self Unfinished, but likewise the brutally unflinching logic of a scientist.

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

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

Orlyn forms salty, transgressive, colourful dance provocations in which she attacks corruption and repression in her native South Africa but too celebrates the nations culture and its creators. In And So You Witness Orlyn hands the stage over to Albert Silindokuhle Ibokwe Khoza, a performer of physical opulence and outrageous allure who voyages through this portion like a splendid flagship for the LGBT community.

To the grandly sacred choruses of Mozarts Requiem, Khoza slowly deprives himself of a white shroud and starts on a series of bully, melancholy, shocking and enchanting manoeuvres. He snacks on a container of oranges, his near-naked organization rapt in orgasmic quiverings of delight as juice leads over his chassis. When he prescribes two audience members on stagecoach to bath him down, the collapse of the performer-spectator divide is far more deviant than anything in Imhofs Faust. But beyond the widespread showing, the divulge of taboos, there are political words in this piece.

For one section, Khoza lovingly garments up as a Nubian monarch preparing for a red-hot date with Vladimir Putin, whose dancing persona appears on a screen. As Khoza undulates gracefully in front of an awkwardly jigging Putin, he makes teasing tauntings about the presidents homophobia. More affecting, nonetheless, is his segue into a gravely traditional solo, which he play-act with two ceremonial lashes that he coils in the air around him as he moves. How much better it is, Khoza says to the captured image of Putin, to be able to dance with your artilleries than kill with them.

The last phenomenon in the festival is a splendid double routine of French choreographer and dance Mathilde Monnier and Spanish dancer and rendition artist La Ribot. In Gustavia, the two women are twinned as supremely sumptuous middle-aged blondes, dressed identically in pitch-black leotards and high-heeled Mary Janes. They ogle spiky, slender and assured as they pick their route across a black draped theatre but rapidly begin to act in ways that pass alone counter to that image. Theres a petroleum( but exquisitely epoch) duet of Laurel and Hardy slapstick in which La Ribot, hefting a huge pitch-black board, hinders knocking Monnier down. Theres a pin-up docket of a dance where the two women supplant constitutes of leggy glamour with sardonically flexed biceps and kickboxing moves.

Gustavia terminates in a quickfire oral exchange in which they throw out dozens of ways to describe or categorise themselves as dames. Wry, joke, beautifully held, the issue was make that might stray into clowning or rendition prowes, but its one that could only be performed by dancers like Monnier and La Ribot with years of training behind them, and with a antique physical intelligence.

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