You don’t need an
introduction to Macbeth, the play or
the character. It is studied (almost to death) at school, he is cited as one of
tragedy’s key tyrants, and the play’s unspooling trajectory is more of a bee-line
into a waking nightmare than any kind of vague saunter downwards towards hell.
Played out against the vast backdrop of the (now-empty) Sydney Theatre ,
Kip Williams’ production emphasises the poetry and creates many arresting
images in the moody darkness. And in many ways, it is one of the most human Macbeth’s I’ve seen, both in performance
and in impact.