I've put off writing this post because I knew it would be no fun to write. Roman Polanski's Macbeth was a big let down. It's boring. The scenery was boring, the acting was boring, even Lady Macbeth was boring. Even her "famous nude sleepwalking scene", as touted on the Netflix slipcase and elsewhere, was about as shocking or moving as it was exposing (that is, hardly at all). On the other hand, you get an eye full of old naked witches huddled in a basement as if it were an alternate ending to The Blair Witch Project. Gross. To be fair, I may have missed the really good parts since I couldn't help dozing off here and there. But I doubt it. So, hopefully it's on to better things with Twelfth Night. I'm excited about this one because the St. Louis Shakespeare Festival is performing Twelfth Night this year. (On a side note, "twelfth" is about the weirdest word in the English language if you repeat it a few times.)
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