Auto-da-fé. Get it? Auto? Womp womp... Anachronistic wackiness that's (over)loaded with Fassbinder's trenchant observations and analyses - because RWF - but that's been more effectively (and less tediously) used by other directors. Better suited to theatre than to film (though I guess this was tv). More fun to think about than to watch.
Uncharacteristically tedious R.W., a non-Aristotelian drama that engenders the Epic Theatre of Brecht, passing through sequences of song and didactism, its reactionary Marxist instructions not aging quite as well as Margit Carstensen. It's alright, Rainer, we know you learned your lesson.