To celebrate our holidays, religious or secular, we frequently rely on tradition to guide us. Whether itâs dreidel for Chanukah, dyed eggs (or drag queens) for Easter, or lion dancing for the Lunar New Year, tradition acts as a framework holding a disparate group of people together. And any given holiday might generate different traditions for different systems of belief: Thanksgiving could mean a big family meal, a chance to shop for bargain electronics, a chance to buy nothing, or a chance to reflect on Native American rights.
For many Bay Area residents, the Fourth of July means opening day for the San Francisco Mime Troupeâs summer touring season.
Belying the fog that will later roll in and obscure the fireworks, the sky is often blue and bright for the Mime Troupe’s opening day. The crowd really begins to trickle in around noon, and by the 2pm showtime, the hillside facing the tennis courts on 18th Street is full of bodies. Young bodies, older bodies, multiracial bodies. Child bodies and dog bodies. Folks circulate through the crowd with petitions, pamphlets, programs. As I always do, I feel as if I know at least a quarter of the attendeesâif not as friends, then as reputations. Organizers and educators. Actors and artists. Union members and cooperative workers. A great deal of time at a Mime Troupe show is spent in greeting folks whom I maybe havenât seen since last yearâs show. Frequently there is relief in the greetingâa âyouâre-still-here-and-Iâm-still-here-therefore-we-are-all-still-hereâ kind of acknowledgement. Itâs all part of the ritual. Tradition.
(L-R) Brian Rivera, Lizzie Calogero, Andre Amarotico, Michael Gene Sullivan, and Keiko Shimosato Carreiro in the San Francisco Mime Troupe’s ‘Treasure Island.’ (Mike Melnyk)
The San Francisco Mime Troupe has had plenty of time to cultivate its July Fourth tradition, considering that this summer marks their 60th anniversaryâsome 57 of which have been spent in public parks. In the 70s, when the NEA still funded tours, they criss-crossed the country with their left-wing messaging, garnering a handful of Obies and a Tony along the way. Collectively run since 1970, the Mime Troupe publicly committed themselves to being racially diverse in 1974 and multi-generational in the nineties, long before âEDIâ became a LORT buzzword, and their current membership actively reflects it.
Theirs is a specific kind of success story, one proving that itâs possible to run a company well into the 21st century with collective principles and leftist ideals. A company where people stay for two, three, or 30 yearsâand each get an equal vote. A company whose commitment to not taking corporate money, and reliance on on-again, off-again NEA funding has kept it in a perpetual state of brokeness for decades. A company whose commitment to touring still takes them to some very unlikely hamletsâNevada City, Davis, San Joseâdespite not having the means to travel the Midwest as in earlier decades. A company whose current audience comes as much for the experience of being their audience as they do for the actual show. Tradition.
Andre Amarotico is not that kind of mime in San Francisco Mime Troupe’s ‘Treasure Island.’ (Stan Sadowski)
The Mime Troupe, who still have to add to their swag the tagline ânot that kind of mime,â actually specialize in flamboyant verbosity mixed with music. They frequently take on a single issue and attempt to flesh it out with a mix of slapstick, wonk-splaining, and showtunes. Their flexible, able cast performs multiple roles with quick costume changes and a willing suspension of disbelief on the part of the audience, and for every issue they bring to the forefront, there are a dozen others that feel equally urgent crowding behind the scenes. This inability to respond in the moment to every pressing cause can sometimes make a Mime Troupe show feel behind the times, even when they’re addressing very current concerns. Itâs less street theater, and more theater-that-is-performed-on-the-streets, and in this way they are as constricted by their chosen script as any more conventional theater performed indoors might be.
(l-r) Heading to Treasure Island with Keiko Shimsoto Carreiro, Lizzie Calogero, and Brian Rivera. (Stan Sadowski)
This yearâs show, Treasure Island, written and directed by multiple members, is no different in that regard. They take to task San Franciscoâs love affair with developers, in this production likened to pirates, complete with âarrrghs,â frilly shirts, callbacks to Robert Louis Stevensonâs high-seas adventure tale, and a great, Carla Pantoja-choreographed sword fight. And although the crowd initially canât decide if itâs supposed to cheer or boo the first development referenced in the playâhigh-rise condos at 16th and Valencia (hint, you boo)âthey soon come around to the Mime Troupeâs POV, as a whole slew of injustices are revealed in the greater fight for affordable housing, mostly on and off our very own Treasure Island.
Whatâs especially interesting about this storyline is that because itâs a messy, complex situation with no real happy ending in sight, the Mime Troupe have to focus instead on a lightweight redemption arc for their sprightly lead character, Jill Hawkins (Lizzie Calogero).
Lizzie Calogero and Michael Gene Sullivan in the San Francisco Mime Troupe’s Treasure Island. (Stan Sadowski)
The songs are mostly forgettable. Lines are delivered at two volumes, loud and louder. Double-takes are cartoonishly underscored with a slide whistle. At one point two characters bicker over who will deliver the backstory. Thereâs a lot to deliver.
But unlike an evening at the âtheater,â the Mime Troupe experience is far more organically interactive. Folks laugh, cheer, and hiss. Thereâs spontaneous and not-so spontaneous applause throughout. A couple of my companions provide a running commentary of radicalized snark. And at the end, the crowdâs standing ovation feels not so much a celebration of the particular show, but a celebration of the Mime Troupe experience as a whole.
Standing ovation for the San Francisco Mime Troupe’s Treasure Island. Yes, that is a lot of tie-dye. (Nicole Gluckstern)
Often accused of preaching to the choir, the Mime Troupe of today is probably not in the running for any more Tony awards. But no one goes to Midnight Mass or the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence Easter celebration and accuses them of preaching to the choirâeven though that is literally what they are doing. Sometimes the ritual demands that we perform it in the presence of our chosen congregation, one that willingly chooses to participate. Sure, maybe it would be nice to convert a few extra souls along the way. But if youâre going to a Mime Troupe showâjust as with the Hunky Jesus competitionâyou probably already know what youâre going to get. And thatâs exactly why you go. Tradition.
The San Francisco Mime Troupe’s ‘Treasure Island’ runs through Sept. 8 at 15 different cities around Northern California. Details here.
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