Sunday, November 27, 2011

Strangers In Strange Lands

Like many multigenerational families of American Jews, my parents conversed with my grandparents in Yiddish rather than English. I have friends whose second family language was Armenian.

One of the joys of living in San Francisco is the huge variety of speech we hear in public. When a diverse population faces off with tourists from around the world, the language stew becomes extra spicy.

Last year I was riding a MUNI bus when a cranky old white man turned to two middle-aged Asian women engaged in a heated discussion and screamed "This is America, goddamit. Speak English!"

His failure to understand that their conversation was none of his business was every bit as pathetic as his inability to grasp that, whether these people had been born here or arrived as immigrants, they were probably citizens of the United States of America. Just like him.

As I move about San Francisco I'm always fascinated by the mix of languages I hear. On any given day (or transit route) it may range from Spanish, Arabic, and Portuguese to Russian, Japanese, Thai, and a variety of Chinese dialects. On Thanksgiving, when I went back to Cirque du Soleil for a second viewing of Totem, there were numerous tourists speaking French, Italian, and German. Seated behind me was a large family speaking in either Tongan, Samoan, or Hawaiian.

Is my exposure to San Francisco's polyglot population the reason I wasn't the least bit threatened by words I could not understand? Or have my years of watching foreign films and attending opera performed in foreign languages inured me to the strange sounds of an alien vocabulary?

No one could fake their way through a foreign language like Sid Caesar. In the following video clip from the 1991 Chabad Telethon, Caesar demonstrates his versatility with doubletalk in multiple languages.

One of Denmark's great artists, comedian Victor Borge, perfected a form of phonetic punctuation which he shared with Dean Martin in the following video clip:

When I traveled to Denmark in 1987, I had been assured that most Danes spoke English and that I would have no problems getting around. Two memories stick in my mind from that trip:
The Danish version of Mount Rushmore in Legoland

Anyone who has traveled to foreign countries where English is not the dominant language has experienced moments of anxiety as they realize that signs are written in a foreign alphabet or that their attempts to learn a foreign language allowed them to speak at a much slower and more methodical pace than that of standard conversation.

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Earlier this month I attended the West Coast premiere of a new play by Anne Washburn presented by a regional theatre company that was new to me. Even if The Internationalist occasionally proved to be incomprehensible, it was a perfect match for this company, whose mission statements stresses that:
"Just Theatre provides an artistic home to theatrically adventurous voices addressing morally complex questions. We present new work that is smart, funny, and weird with complex narratives, distinctive use of language, and big ideas. We seek out plays and playwrights pushing the boundaries of structure and form, developing new plays by local playwrights and introducing compelling new voices to Bay Area audiences."
The setup is simple. An American employee of a multinational corporation is met by one of his foreign colleagues at the airport of an Eastern European city when he arrives, exhausted, from Istanbul. With his departure from Ataturk International Airport having been delayed by nearly seven hours, it doesn't really matter if Lowell (Nick Sholley) was flying on Turkish Airlines (whose hub is at Istanbul) or an American carrier with a code-sharing agreement.

Sara (Alexandra Creighton) is pretty, speaks fluent English, and has gone above and beyond the call of duty to greet him upon his arrival. What follows is a wealth of misassumptions based on poor communication, cultural clumsiness, and Lowell's debilitating jet lag.

At first, it seems to Lowell that things are going exceedingly well. On his first night in a strange town he's met a pretty woman, gotten laid, and is ready to make his debut at his company's regional sales office.

Alexandra Creighton (Sara) and Nick Sholley (Lowell) in
The Internationalist (Photo by: Jay Yamada)

He soon discovers that in his eagerness to tip the appropriate amount, he may have insulted Sara by treating her as if she was a prostitute. The next morning, as he listens to the office staff's routine conversation, it soon becomes obvious that Lowell is completely out of his element.

The behavioral nuances of office workplace rivalries translate easily enough but, even after witnessing some heated exchanges, Lowell simply cannot figure out what people are saying. Without Sara around to help him, he stands by helplessly as James Kalli Jonsson) says:
"Flippers!  Dimit reehall garan ab morekon veeit lall eyeda tabba mixt fruek. Lorlia tora im adura timp kimmel pen deer eeday lil ganna dona pad di veno til orlana bib durit. "Gimfia lil dansk" "Amsta deeg fidol ib abat ama hiyad inal timtoi akeyed dis bindur kor ladal feed" "Agana ten" Tsad tsay door gurinam fia hengst."
In her production notes, Washburn writes:
"Much of the play takes place in a made-up foreign language. It is crucial that when characters speak English they speak it without an accent, regardless of the level of their English skills. The foreign language should be rendered in as rapid and uninflected a manner as possible, also without an accent."
As The Internationalist progresses, Lowell slowly comes to realize that:
  • Sara may be pretty, but she's merely part of the janitorial staff. Although she's willing and able to act as a tour guide, she's really hoping to be treated like a peer.
  • Paul (Michael Barrett Austin) may seem quiet, but he's been secretly cooking the books in order to abscond with a large amount drawn from the regional office's bank account.
  • Irene (Lauren Bloom) and Nicole (Harold Pierce) probably hold the most power in the office, but seem to be involved in some kind of passive-aggressive rivalry.
Lauren Bloom (Irene), Kalli Jonsson (James), and Harold
Pierce (Nicole) in The Internationalist (Photo by: Jay Yamada)

As directed by Jonathan Spector, The Internationalist presents some stiff challenges:
  • For the actors, there is a tremendous amount of difficult text to memorize (much of it in gibberish) with the understanding that they may never appear in another production of this play.
  • For the audience, it becomes uncomfortably easy to start tuning out the foreign gibberish once someone realizes that there is no English equivalent.
While the playwright has an interesting point to make, The Internationalist demands a tremendous amount of work for a very limited return on investment.

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Not too many people in the audience are thinking about the amortization of an actor's study time or the cost of the production. But consider the following:
David Hockney's set design for Act II, Scene I of Turandot

Two decades ago, the Lyric Opera of Chicago and San Francisco Opera teamed up to create a new production of Puccini's last opera, Turandot. Designed by artist David Hockney, the production (which was built in San Francisco) premiered in Chicago in January of 1992.

Hockney's Turandot has subsequently been staged at the War Memorial Opera House in 1993, 1998, 2002, and 2011. While the sets have remained the same, numerous artists have been fitted for Ian Falconer's magnificent costumes.

Earlier this fall, the production was seen with Iréne Theorin as Turandot, Marco Berti as Calaf, and Raymond Aceto as Timur. In November, Susan Foster stepped into the title role, with Walter Fraccaro appearing as Calaf, Christian van Horn as Timur, and Giuseppe Finzi taking over for Nicola Luisotti on the podium.

Most people remember Turandot's music for the visceral impact of its magnificent choral moments as well as its stunning solo arias. Unfortunately, when Turandot is performed without Supertitles, Act II, Scene I can easily lose an audience's attention.

Thanks to Garnett Bruce's inventive staging and some beautiful ensemble work from Hyung Yun (Ping), Greg Fedderly (Pang), and Daniel Montegro (Pong), this scene became the highlight of this fall's revival for me. In the following video clip, the three comprimario artists discuss the kind of teamwork necessary to make this scene score with the audience.

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