I heard a voice cry...

[kitchen_kink]

I'm tired, and it's late, but I want to at least get out my initial impressions...

It's like the best haunted house ever.

It's like they made Macbeth into a modern ballet, except you have to follow the ballet around.

It's like they took the psychological beating heart of Macbeth - the part where the two protagonists cannot stop torturing themselves over the horrors they've committed - and made them live those moments over and over, in a house of mirrors, haunted by music and crying and knocking and people wearing blank white masks, forever.

It's like the characters' private hell.

It's like the audience's private hell.

Everything dark, everything dangerous, everything sexy and bloody and merciless and cruel and momentarily, sickeningly beautiful right before it devolves into decadence and rot.

Birnam Wood is an enchanted forest is Rockefeller Center at Christmas is the weirdest scariest most gorgeous fairytale tangle of trees that stalk you through the night and slide suddenly out of corners.

The thrill, the fear, the arousal, the anticipation, the sheer awe and excitement and real danger is physiological, true, racing through my veins and nerves and lymph and blood, speeding my heart, speeding my breath.

Run.

Comments

[chelidon.livejournal.com]

It's pretty delicious. I've seen it twice, am taking housemates to see it again for what was originally the closing weekend, before they extended the run. Wonderful, huge fun, and...not Shakespeare. What it is, is great, fantastic, even, but I will admit my bias (shared by one of the first two people I saw it with): if you take out all the words, it really ain't Shakespeare. It may be loosely based on elements of a play by Shakespeare, but honestly, it's as much Hitchcock/Rebecca as anything else. And that's fine, I loved it, will no doubt love it when I see it the third time (and what great ritual tech in there!), but I wish they hadn't called it Macbeth.