Started watching the recently made film of Macbeth featuring Denzel Washington as the homicidal thane a couple of weeks back with some reluctance. The reluctance had nothing to do with Mr Washington, by the way. He was the reason I felt I should watch the movie. Rather, I felt maxed out on the great drama, having taught it more than one time too many and seen two too many productions. It's the only play by WS I thought of in that way, but the feeling was very real.
And now it's gone completely, melted as breath into the wind.
As my viewing began I could watch a few minutes at a time, sceptically, finding reasons to question every directorial decision. By the mid-point the questions stopped. By the end - the Act 5 stuff - I realised I was watching a brilliant movie, chock-full of great performances, and a towering Macbeth and Mrs. Started watching again from the beginning as soon as the end credits played, relishing every moment.
Sometimes it pays to keep both mind and eyes open.
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