Macbeth

Macbeth

Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Husband and wife, too similar in character and objectives, spiral out of control into arrogance, madness, and death. What is done cannot be undone.

What has been said cannot be unsaid.

The shortest of Shakespeare’s tragedies, of those I’ve seen, in my opinion it is the most powerful and most emotionally-charged.

It makes the most important points, has the strongest philosophical message.

It has humour, and warmth, and this production has a Hobbit, too.

I didn’t understand the fuss made about the person that fainted: yeah, it was hot. There’s no roof. It’s July. If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen, you feeble wimp. Or just get the DVD and watch it from the safety of your bathchair. I’d apply the cricket rules. Movement in the crowd limited to between overs. If you fall over, there you lie until someone scoops you up for the medical room between acts.

I didn’t understand the fuss the teachers, parents and assistants with the five year old group were making: these softies continually give it the “it isn’t about you”. At least I recognise that a play is about the stage, the play, and the actors. Take the little mongs to a petting zoo or the swings, where they belong, it ‘aint all about you, either, or your public carey-sharey happy-clappy-ness, and your private need for the spotlight.