Tag Archives: Macbeth

I’m sorry — did you say something?

Call me crazy…

but I didn’t enjoy Macbeth.

alan cumming macbethIt’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.)