Macbeth

"Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty!"
 
Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast,--
 
National Theatre Live will (has) broadcast Manchester International Festival’s electrifying production of Macbeth, with Kenneth Branagh

20 July 2013.

"Directed by Olivier and Tony Award-winner Rob Ashford (Anna Christie at the Donmar Warehouse, Thoroughly Modern Millie on Broadway) and BAFTA Award-winner Kenneth Branagh, this unique production of Shakespeare’s tragic tale of ambition and treachery unfolds within the walls of an intimate deconsecrated Manchester church."

http://ntlive.nationaltheatre.org.uk/productions/ntlout4-macbeth

gsgs comment-

As intimate as the Globe ?

The theatre patrons were very close to the battle.
 
National Theatre Live will (has) broadcast Manchester International Festival’s electrifying production of Macbeth, with Kenneth Branagh

20 July 2013.

"Directed by Olivier and Tony Award-winner Rob Ashford (Anna Christie at the Donmar Warehouse, Thoroughly Modern Millie on Broadway) and BAFTA Award-winner Kenneth Branagh, this unique production of Shakespeare’s tragic tale of ambition and treachery unfolds within the walls of an intimate deconsecrated Manchester church."

http://ntlive.nationaltheatre.org.uk/productions/ntlout4-macbeth

gsgs comment-

As intimate as the Globe ?

The theatre patrons were very close to the battle.

I think it was more intimate than the globe with the rain and mud.
 
A tale told by an idiot.

Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
 
"Limelight" by Neil Peart

Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage

Cast in this unlikely role
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact

[Chorus:]
Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme

Living in a fish eye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can't pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend

All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOAPd1kfPNk
 
He has no children. All my pretty ones?
Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?
 
Agreed.

It drew me in, and I watched the best bits.
I had an angst, that I was not there to feel what was there,
in the Manchester church. Film shows what, but not all.
Although, the players earned their bows, I am left wondering what I missed.
 
Agreed.

It drew me in, and I watched the best bits.
I had an angst, that I was not there to feel what was there,
in the Manchester church. Film shows what, but not all.
Although, the players earned their bows, I am left wondering what I missed.


Watch it all when you have a chance, it is quite good and forget that you are not there.:rose:
It was as though he was watching with me.
 
Lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"

Oops, I just said it first, didn't I.
 



Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.


 
I saw the live transmission in our local multiscreen cinema. It was a brilliant version of Macbeth. On the large screen it was almost like being there, without the risk of being spattered with mud and fake blood.
 
I saw the live transmission in our local multiscreen cinema. It was a brilliant version of Macbeth. On the large screen it was almost like being there, without the risk of being spattered with mud and fake blood.

Very cool!

Even o. Small screen it was so good you could feel the cold and smell the mud and. Blood.
 
Watched it all.

(I made the mistake of reading crits and reviews,before I watched. The thought of stench of rotting peat wore off, and I was not distracted.)

But, still. Live theatre grabs me by the ovaries, and out of this world.

(The film was good, though.)
 
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