The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant

Written by Rainer Werner Fassbinder | Directed by Dan Shanahan

About the Play

The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant follows the title character who lives in a self-created dreamland, a languid, overripe environment that lacks any reference to the world outside its walls. After her marriage fails, Petra falls for Karin, a beautiful working-class girl whose exploitation of Petra mirrors Petra’s extraordinary psychological abuse of her silent maid Marlene. The relationships are drafted from a slow, trancelike manipulation that hints at a vast world of longing beneath the beautiful, brittle surface. The inevitable deterioration, fueled by gin and hatred shatters the fragile fairy tale Petra has created.

Reviews

Ted Hadley, The Buffalo News

Dan Shanahan's dark and edgy Torn Space Theater began life five years ago with a play by Rainer Werner Fassbinder, the leading director of New German Cinema and a onetime actor in a group called "Anti-Theater," a troupe given to avant garde adaptations of the classics.

Intense and driven, Fassbinder churned out films full of social criticism, sex and politics, gaining applause and barbs before succumbing to a nightcap of sleeping pills and cocaine. Gone in 1982 at age 36. "Spent," said friends and foes.

Fassbinder often made films of his own stage work, a case in point being "The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant," a troubled story of looking for love in all the wrong places, a dreamy piece, a "fragile fairy tal," some say. It's strange and full of wince and wonder. A Fassbinder amd Dan Shanahan rematch. Perfect. Briefly, this trancelike peek into the world of Petra von Kant goes like this: Petra is a clothes designer, well connected, divorced, works out of her posh-yet-sterile apartment, where a mute, observant but exploited girl Friday, Marlene, answers to every whim. Into Petra's life comes tall and willowy Karin, street savvy and opportunistic. Petra is smitten and invites Karin to move in. Trouble starts almost immediately. It's all about power and posession - lesbian themes are secondary - and Petra finds that she can't control Karin, why competitiveness doesn't seem to be in the younger girl's vocabulary amd learns too late that she has been used. Marlene watches silently and enables; a so-called friend, Sidonie, secretly snickers at Petra's dilemma; a daughter in need of motherly attention is further alienated; and Petra's own mother arrives amid a violent and gin-soaked tirade only to once again leave helpless and saddened. Marlene packs it in, too. There are indeed Petra's "bitter tears." There's not a soul left to dry them.

There is plenty to praise here. Shanahan's direction is again wise, using music as diverse as The Platters and Richard Wagner to underscore or portend. There is ample threat, cruelty and cattiness but in equal proportions. The languid pace - the right-angled, exaggerated rampway walks to nowhere are repetitive, ultimately annoying and one-too-many vacant stares are Fassbinder staples. Dan Shanahan knows that these things are necessary but doesn't linger on them.

The cast, all women, is laudable. Kelly Meg Brennan gives a bravura performance as Petra, intimidating here, impulsive there, the approach to final implosion gradual and operatic. A stunning role, Brennan beautifully garbed by Melissa Meola - with credit to Brennan's "expansive closet." The extraordinary Brennan is aided by Kara Mckenney as Karin, likeable but maddening; the always precise Katie White; Anna Marie Gillespie as the submissive Marlene; Sharon Strait and Rebecca Globus. Pain and hate, manipulation and a world of hurt on display in "The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant." Torn Space Theater is again back with more of the unusual and seldom seen.

3 1/2 stars (out of 4)