Macbeth.  A play that I have sat through time after time, and yet, it fails to lose its hold on me.

I went to see a production last night and this is by no means a critique of the performance but, despite it being an amateur one, it held me firmly from beginning to end!  This play has fascinated me from my childhood, and I’m convinced it will carry on doing so for the rest of my natural!  Lighting, appropriately co-ordinated chips of music, smoke machine and more than keen amateur players pulled this play together, and grasped me firmly!

Watching Polanski’s film version of Macbeth reeled me in even further and I was fascinated with the witches who foretold of events to Macbeth and Banquo.  The gory murder of the king Duncan, the plotting and encouragement of Lady Macbeth and her subsequent tumble into madness!  The bloodied and torn ghost of Banquo that tormented Macbeth, feeling relieved for Fleance, all gripped me!  For years, I’ve watched films and plays and every time, I catch my self, lip-syncing the words of the play throughout…all the while though, harboring  just a tad of sympathy for Macbeth – misled and driven by a covetous and wryly determined, misplaced ambition – seeds planted by the witches.

Polanski’s film was released in 1971 but it wasn’t until later in that decade that I saw visually what I’d been reading since I was old enough to comprehend what a book was.  I can take or leave Shakespeare and the sonnets don’t exactly appeal strongly to me but, there are just those few plays that have had me captivated for best part of my life; Macbeth, Hamlet and King Lear.  I’ve tried the rest but those three are my own complete works.  Incidentally, Lindisfarne, Bamburgh Castle and the beach at Bamburgh, were all featured locations in the making of Polanski’s film – and they just happen to be some of my favourite, most thought-provoking places that I’ve trodden.  Bamburgh…the place I visited when I was quite small on a school trip that captivated me too – despite the fact that I’d suffered terrible travel sickness on the way there and only ate bread for the whole day.  Happy days…


About Robert

A fifty-something, retired Celestial Travel Agent. Walked many paths; some good, lots bad. Meandering through the past, plodding in the present, crawling toward the future.
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