Restless Creature: Wendy Whelan

Restless Creature: Wendy Whelan isn’t a “dance movie,” per se. Except during the last 10 minutes (and even then, in what looks like a truncated form), there aren’t really any sustained ballet sequences in which to marvel at the former New York City Ballet principal dancer’s legendary physicality. It’s doubtful that neophytes will come away from Adam Schlesinger and Linda Saffire’s documentary with a deeper appreciation of the art form. Instead, this is a portrait of an artist at a professional and personal crossroads, as Whelan faces the potential death of the creative livelihood that has sustained her for so many decades, one that has given her life joy and meaning.
Certainly, many artists have to grapple with the possibility that one day they may not be able to create anymore. Singers’ voices eventually lose their power and bloom, and while visual artists and filmmakers may not lose technical motor functions as they grow older, the real source of their genius, their minds, are always on the threat of decline. But that potential loss is arguably most acute for dancers: Their entire bodies are their instruments, and we all know that bodies will eventually fail us somehow.
“If I don’t dance, I’d rather die,” says Whelan early in Restless Creature, which is enough to indicate to us the depth of her passion for dance—a passion that has consumed her life ever since she started taking ballet lessons at age three in her hometown of Louisville, Kentucky, and all the way through her 30 years at NYCB (23 of them as principal dancer). She lives and breathes ballet: That much is clear simply from the fervent way she talks about the art form to fellow artists and to the filmmakers on-camera. So when, sometime in 2012, she begins to experience bodily injuries that threaten to end her career altogether, the desperation she evinces as she sees doctors and eventually undergoes hip surgery—a procedure which none of the doctors can guarantee will ensure that she will return to the dance floor—helps infuse this film with palpable life-or-death stakes. Even as she gradually works her way up to returning to the dance floor later on, we find ourselves catching our breath during her every movement, genuinely afraid for her well-being.