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Macbeth

Macbeth

The Scottish play starring Michael Fassbender and Marion Cotillard marries spectacle to mumblecore

Beautifully watchable: Michael Fassbender and Marion Cotillard as the Macbeths

The question of the Macbeths’ dead child is one of those Shakespearean quandaries, like Hamlet’s age, Iago’s cuckolding and Beatrice and Benedick’s earlier dalliance. How much do they really matter? In this new film version of the Scottish play, it’s all about the back story. Everything – Macbeth’s disdain for death in battle, Lady Macbeth’s descent into somnambulant madness – hinges on the loss of a child.

The solemn, wordless opening locates the Macbeths’ motivation in bereavement for a little child onto whose dead eyelids Macbeth places pebbles before the body is paganistically cremated on a blustery mountain pyre. When Lady Macbeth says she’d rather dash her baby’s brains out than defy the witches’ prophecy, this is the child she means, the child whose premature death makes it easier for Macbeth to command the murder of Banquo’s and the ghastly public incineration of Macduff’s progeny. Even the witches appear to him augmented by the presence of a child. In this dynastic saga, the Macbeths have no stake in anyone’s future but their own.

Only after impaling his wife does he have the balls to impale his king

Justin Kurzel’s own back story is all about serial killing. His much praised 2011 indie hit Snowtown peered bleakly into the mind of a young multiple murderer. Tacking across continents and centuries to early medieval Scotland, he brings with him a confident understanding of psychotic violence. And in Michael Fassbender he has a blue-eyed, muscular Macbeth whose gorgeous rictus suggests the onset of mania: he cuts and thrusts (and fucks) with the commitment of a priapic screen hero.

Fassbender's verse-speaking isn’t a match for his physical presence. The text, the dialogue as much as the soliloquys, has a whispered interiority which suggests the entire drama is an apparition taking place inside Macbeth’s head. That idea was fully achieved in Alan Cumming’s one-man Macbeth for the National Theatre of Scotland in 2012. Here Fassbender comes across as just a little too introverted. “Why do you start and seem to fear things/That do sound so fair?” asks Paddy Considine’s fine Banquo (pictured below) as the witches issue their prophecy. He must have a sharp pair of peepers because Fassbender doesn’t move a muscle. Even at the end, as he drags his wife’s body around the bedchamber, his “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow” feels dwarfed by the occasion as much as the grandiloquent architecture.

A similar mutedness infects Marion Cotillard’s Lady Macbeth. Grieving and prayerful, she is reinvigorated by the prospect of Macbeth as monarch and stiffens his spine by stiffening his groin (only after impaling his wife does he have the balls to impale his king, played by David Thewlis). But hers is a chilly fire, and even her madness is pitiable and bathetic. Together they are beautifully watchable as copper-bottomed film stars should be. But they are not – as one critic, possibly not a theatre-goer, has breathlessly suggested – some sort of Platonic ideal in the roles after whom all potential successors may as well give up.

This is a mumblecore Macbeth, dialled down for the big screen and, it seems, heavily post-synced. Here’s how sotto voce it all is: Sean Harris, the chief culprit in the BBC’s Jamaica Inn mumblegate saga, is one of the more voluble speakers as Macduff. The most successful manifestation of this softly-spoken Macbeth is in the witches. More fair than foul, with strange notches in their skin, they hover about the misty edges, weird figments rather than cackling hags with a boiling cauldron.

Instead the sound and the fury is supplied by the roar of armies, the clash of blades, the gush of blood and the howl of gales. It is a hell of a spectacle. DoP Adam Arkapaw can’t get enough of the Highlands: he's all wide eyes and wide angles as the mountains and glens fan out before him, smothered in clouds and drenched in rain. His camera wobbles as if buffeted by winds. Here and there he gets to drench the screen in colour, climactically in the engulfing flames for the epic, redemptive encounter between Macbeth and Macduff.

Kurzel has delivered a lean and sparse adaptation, heavily trimmed and light on psychological depth. As a cinematic spectacle it is stunning. As a study of the play, it lacks that essential Macbethian ingredient: ambition.

Overleaf: watch the trailer to Macbeth

 

 

 

 

The solemn, wordless opening locates the Macbeths’ motives in bereavement for a little child

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Very good, I've been sort of saying stuff like this since I saw it... You've nailed it

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