Summer Shakespeare at the castle kicks off with a bit of a fumble from Tomahawk theatre’s zippy, spartan and, unfortunately, workmanlike Macbeth.
There has been some imagination and thought involved in this production but oddly it all seems to live around the peripheries. The choice to make live music part of the soundtrack was inspired – musical director Francisco Vera amplified and distorted his stinging, grinding guitar to properly spooky effect. The sparse, rusted metal of the set and the various castle exits and entrances were well used. The best performances seem to come from the edges as well – Daniel Halsall’s Lord Ross was effectively venal and brutal, while George Readshaw provided enthusiasm and variety to the various small parts he occupied.
The centre, unfortunately, wasn’t really holding. It wasn’t that any of the main cast were bad. They read their lines well and with conviction – but this was, for long stretches of the play, all they appeared to be doing. Shakespeare’s words being what they are this approach will carry you some of the way but not all of it.
Particularly criminal was Dom Baker’s Malcom, whose grief at the death of his father, agonised moral guilt, and triumph at his enemy’s death are expressed in nearly indistinguishable tones. Craig Finlay’s Macbeth at least found a couple more registers in which to operate, but switched between them simply as the script required and with no indication of the internal process behind the change. I was never once able to believe that he or the director had developed any kind of unifying idea about who the character was or why he might act in the way he does.
Things improved in the second half, but only because the play takes on a grand guignol tone that requires less emotional nuance, and the gathering pace and inevitability of Macbeth’s downfall means neither we nor the actors need to be particularly worried about the internal motivations of the characters. There’s some solid fight choreography (the murder of Banquo is particularly well done) and Jessica Reilly’s Lady Macbeth, not enormously compelling at the beginning, nails the eeriness of the sleepwalking scene.
So it’s not bad, exactly, but if you’re looking for a new take on this well known play – or any kind of take at all beyond merely having it read through by competent actors on a well-designed stage – you might find yourself unsatisfied.