When shown in less prosperous countries and less democratic cultural contexts, experimental Nordic dance works perfectly as a cutting-edge art form: groundbreaking, critical, sometimes even radical. It’s known for its statements on gender and identity and interest in contemporary philosophy; for explorations of non-human worlds and climate change; for never-ending musings on pop culture wrapped in the high-quality scenography and sound design that provide a synthetic theatre experience. So it’s by no means naive or old-fashioned.
Yet when presented in condensed manner at a professional platform such as Ice Hot Nordic Dance (Helsinki, 29 June – 3 July), it can lack the power and meaning to reach beyond polished and well-funded aesthetic experiments. It is extremely well-crafted and intelligent – to the extent that it can become decorative, lifeless, and, as often happens with smartypants art, self-negating. This is, of course, how dance can explore its own limitations, deconstructs ideologies and becomes self-aware – but in my opinion, in the 2020s this can no longer exist as the dominant underlying criterion for curatorial choices. As one of my Finnish colleagues shrewdly remarked, the artistic selection of the platform didn’t respect dance that much – as if dance itself were not relevant.
This criticism might echo the fights of the early 2000s, when old-school critics didn’t understand an intellectual and self-deconstructive turn in dance that was supported by theoreticians and dance dramaturges. But twenty years later, this plea has a different background. A lot has been done to expand dance and choreography and turn them into tools of critical exploration. Today, when the world is falling apart, this baggage should be taken to a new stage by embracing more ‘traditional’ attributes of good dance performance: emotion, playfulness, joy, sensitivity, togetherness, and, no matter how radical it may sound, even dancing.
When self-denial of dance gets tiring, emotional statements come in force
The only time I felt deeply emotionally vitalised during Ice Hot was at its last performance: Vástádus eana – The answer is land by Elle Sofa Sara (Norway; also reviewed in Springback here). Quite traditional in its realisation, with simple but dramaturgically precise composition, it is concerned with content rather than formal aesthetic self-reflection. It was the only show of the platform that started outside the black box, in front of the theatre where passers-by could encounter the performers and the audience and get a glimpse of a closed professional event. Seven women in traditional Sámi headwear, with loudspeakers in their hands, presenting themselves proudly and furiously to the audience on all four sides around them, started the show with stomping and singing, as if trying to connect with the space and take over it. They later moved towards the theatre stage, encouraging spectators to follow them, thus organising a long procession and putting the viewers into a choreographed form of collectivity for the first time during the showcase.