Second: this movie is clearly meant to be an EXPERIENCE.
There is hardly any reliance on the text, and I realize adaptations of Shakespeare have that freedom, but here’s the kicker - the visual language does not make up for the immense paring down of the play’s text. The artsiness of it all just serves to obfuscate any meaning or any real emotional connection to either the characters or the events of the plot. Instead there was a heavy reliance on panoramic shots of Scotland’s gorgeous landscape (while making sure to make it feel as lonely, dark, and sad as fucking possible, which is just a fucking disservice) and stylized battles that served no narrative purpose. The music drowns out the lines, which are already growled and whispered and muttered most of the time, which takes away any sense of modulation that brings in real emotion. I was not convinced that anyone really felt what they were playing. Lady Macbeth’s madness scene was the most boring fucking thing in existence, and I could not muster any sympathy for her. Acting and narrative were scarificed on the altar of camerawork and scene setting, rather than using those things to enhance the story.









