Cush Jumbo and David Tennant. Photo by Marc Brenner.

Macbeth by William Shakespeare – Donmar Warehouse (in cinema)

Max Webster’s production of Macbeth, screened in cinemas from the Donmar Warehouse, has a set by Rosanna Vize which places much of the action on a raised white square that looks like a sacrificial table. It is kept clean from blood until the very last moments of the show, when David Tennant’s Macbeths lies slain, finally staining the pristine surface with a lake of blood. The exposed stage is countered by a balcony, behind glass, where events outside Macbeth’s consciousness take places – the slaughter of the Macduffs for example, and where a Celtic folk band both play haunting music and transform into the witches and other characters, banging frantically on the transparent barrier. The spotlight arena emphasises the Macbeths’ terrifying internal world, which is clearly a toxic marriage. Cush Jumbo’s Lady Macbeth manipulates her husband in a way that is clearly the basis of their relationship while Macbeth himself responds habitually. passive-aggressively – until the murder of Duncan releases his own inner darkness. He rapidly transforms into something that scares even his wife, and there is no way back.

The intensity of the production is heightened by movement techniques by Shelley Maxwell which are reminiscent of Japanese horror films, with sinister walks that parody the human body and reveal the unnatural world into which the play descends. Tennant is a sociable, likeable Macbeth who performs his place in the Scottish aristocracy until he is no longer able to keep up the pretence. His performance is sophisticated and multi-layered, up there with the best of recent times. Cush Jumbo is force to be reckoned with, but her vulnerability is never far from the surface and she spends more of the play terrified than in charge. Other strong performances come include Cal MacIninch’s Banquo, one step ahead of his friend even as he becomes king. Rona Morison’s Lady MacDuff is justifiably angry at her abandonment, while Ros Wat plays Malcolm against type, physically small but fully equipped to root out evil. Jatinder Singh Randawa gives a good account of The Porter, with genuine laughs from his updated dialogue and audience interaction.

The production is known for its sound world which, in the theatre, is delivered through headphones. Although some of the intimacy is lost in the cinema, Gareth Fry’s sound design is still the defining feature. Alongside snatches of live music, it takes us into Macbeth’s head where the witches who, more often than not are invisible, make their presence known with layered, genuinely disturbing whispered and gasped dialogue. The sound complements the bleak interior world of the design with aural hallucinations which are more alarming than anything visible could ever be.

This is an intellectually rigorous Macbeth, stripping away distractions to focus on the unstoppable descent of its main character. Its simplicity and impact makes the play’s difficult reputation seem hard to fathom. Max Webster, whose concurrent production of The Importance of Being Earnest could not be more different, is revealing himself to be a director with a rare talent to bring out the value in plays we already think we know.