Shotgun Players' 'Blasted' is a Complex Portrayal of Despair

Ian (Robert Parsons) and Cate (Adrienne Walters) disconnect and connect in horrible ways in 'Blasted' by Sarah Kane. (Photo: Cheshire Issacs)

The late British dramatist Sarah Kane’s infamous first play Blasted begins under depressingly normal and rather crass circumstances.

Cate, a young woman, barely out of her teens, and Ian, a seasoned journalist barely in his fifties, enter an upscale hotel room for what looks like a tawdry good time. The pairing of his gun and her backpack might make us pause, but not enough to jar us from what we know of these types of liaisons.

Kane shifts the focus from the mundane to the disconcerting almost immediately, as both Ian and Cate’s bodies appear to be in a state of permanent failure. He’s caught in some nether zone between coughing and vomiting, and her outbursts of stuttering feel closer to seizures than a speech defect. That she also occasionally falls into a narcoleptic trance is both terrifying -- anything might happen while she's unconscious -- and a welcome respite for a mind in constant and overwhelming despair.

(L to R) Ian (Robert Parsons), the bouquet of flowers, and Cate (Adrienne Walters) negotiate a deadly dance in 'Blasted' by Sarah Kane.
(L to R) Ian (Robert Parsons), the bouquet of flowers, and Cate (Adrienne Walters) negotiate a deadly dance in 'Blasted' by Sarah Kane. (Photo: Cheshire Issacs)

How these two people negotiate and what they expect from this brief encounter is caught in a tangle of memories -- not only of their past (which as you might guess is fraught), but also the fragments of our cultural past as well. Kane fills the stage with signs of what romance once was, even in its most illicit incarnations. There is champagne, a shower, room service meals, and of course the bed. But the most potent and simplest image is a bouquet of flowers.

They are a constant reminder of where we -- and they -- need to return, a kind of path to the resurrection of normal relations. Watch the way Robert Parsons as Ian in Shotgun Players' brilliant production manipulates this simple image and you’ll get a sense of why so many writers, directors, and actors are entranced with Blasted and Kane's subsequent work. Each transformation of the bouquet is a masterpiece of dramatic concision, as you never quite know what's going to become of those flowers.

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To say that Kane takes the title of her play at its word is rather an understatement. Everything that follows Ian and Cate’s initial meeting is an attempt to give larger political meaning to their behavior and our understanding of it. One might say that nothing is as it seems, but perhaps, more accurately, everything turns out as it should. We just haven’t noticed what's right in front of us yet, and this is a playwright who is going to make sure that happens, blast after blast after blast.

A not so surprising entrance by a soldier (Joe Estlack) challenges Ian's sense of nihilist decorum in 'Blasted' by Sarah Kane.
A not so surprising entrance by a soldier (Joe Estlack) challenges Ian's sense of nihilist decorum in 'Blasted' by Sarah Kane. (Photo: Cheshire Issacs)

The then-24-year-old dramatist, four years shy of her suicide, shows what happens when our metaphors turn real, when everything is permitted and there's no need for imagination. It’s an idea Dostoyevsky twists to pieces in The Brothers Karamazov. Only here, there's no break with Christianity or any other spiritual system, just a dazzling embrace of a reckless and blinding abandon. Is it any surprise, as with Jericho, the walls come tumbling down?

I won’t even begin to hint at what happens. You deserve the pleasure of seeing the Shotgun Players’ version on its own terms and under your own guidance -- this is a theater for adult souls, so go and follow your own compass.

But I will add this caveat: I ultimately find Kane’s vision rather clichéd. Thrillingly so, but still caught in a false humanism that is at the root of the very violence she so deplores. We should all share her outrage at injustice. But outrage has limited aesthetic and political value. There's nowhere for the play to go but intensely felt sentimentality. And as we're learning in 21st century America, sentiment and righteousness are shaky, dangerous guides to a more humane world.

Shotgun Players' production of 'Blasted' runs through Sunday, Oct. 22, at the Ashby Stage in Berkeley. For tickets and information click here.

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