New York City
In Anne Washburns’s The Internationalist, Lowell, an American on a business trip, disembarks from a long plane ride to an unspecified European country. A beautiful colleague is there to meet him. They spend the night together and he thinks he’s fallen into one of those great American movies where you go places and people are exotic, where there’s romance and challenge and you have a blast and become a worldly and sophisticated person. The next morning in the office he discovers that he isn’t in that kind of movie at all, he’s in a different one, one of those foreign ones with no clear hero or moral, a movie in which experience does not necessarily redeem you. And most importantly, one with no subtitles. This is a play about the mystery of communication, between nations, between
people. Performed, in part, in a made up foreign language.
13P (Thirteen Playwrights, Inc.) presents this world premiere, directed by Ken Rus Schmoll.
Additional performance: Saturday matinee May 8 at 2pm.