Call me crazy…
but I didn’t enjoy Macbeth.
It’s not because Alan Cumming didn’t commit 100 percent. He did everything but open a vein (and there was so much fake blood at one point, he may have).
I just couldn’t understand him.
It’s embarrassing to admit, but when the text is Shakespeare to begin with — which means I already have to concentrate really hard instead of simply let the words wash over me like God intended — it is a challenge to follow the aforementioned text when it is being delivered in a thick, emotionally-charged Scottish brogue.
If I knew the play backwards and forwards like many people in the audience did, it would be less of an issue. But I don’t. So it was.
Add a very, very warm, packed theatre, and you’ve got all the ingredients for a semi-miserable evening.
It wasn’t you, Alan. It was me.
(Well, and your accent.)
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