The Internationalist
The Internationalist is a very long one act play. Is this play about jet lag or is it an overused exercise in the limitations of language? Who knows? The lack of hints are manifested by the decision to have all the Europeans speak perfect unaccented English as they stitch from the gibberish they normally speak. I can only conclude that playwright Washburn was determined to not give any concentrate meaning to her work. This, at first, makes the show a mystery but as the endless scenes mount up, and nothing much or with any meaning happens, it dawns on us that we are being duped by Washburn.
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