Lloyd Evans Lloyd Evans

Lacks any air of mystery, foreboding or darkness: Macbeth, at the Globe, reviewed

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Why does Max Bennett's Macbeth dress like James Bond? Photo: Johan Persson

Macbeth at the Globe wants to put us at our ease and make us feel comfortable with the play’s arcane world of ghouls, hallucinations and murderous prophecies. Abigail Graham’s up-to-the-minute production offers a few nods to history, like the eagle masks worn by the three witches, but for some reason they speak in dense cockney accents and wear biohazard suits.

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