★★★★

“For Tennant’s performance alone, it is worth seeing this production”

After a critically acclaimed run at the Donmar Warehouse, Max Webster’s Macbeth is being brought to the screen. Filmed theatre is a tricky beast, on the one hand it provides accessibility and longevity, on the other it often struggles to capture the pin-drop intensity of being in the room. This film manages, mostly, to capture the magic. It’s a different experience but it’s still a sublime production.

Webster’s thoroughly modern and psychologically fraught show, pares back the theatricality and leaves us with a claustrophobic tale of untamed ambition and hubris.

We open on a close shot of a bowl of water. Blood drips into it, droplet by droplet. David Tennant as Macbeth, sits, wringing the blood from a cloth. The tight shot of his face allows us to see every ripple of anguish. For his performance, the film is worth it. He is tortured and conniving, witty and sensual, mad and ashamed. It is the kind of performance that defines a character. It’ll be referred to in textbooks of the future.

The design is sparse and monochromic. A bright white stage (designed by Rosanna Vize), actors in black (save Lady Macbeth in white) and a dark glass backdrop. Through this we see the larger cast, multi-roling into a chorus, who commentate and berate from the other side. The glass is interesting, it allows some chilling moments (a running child covered in blood, tree branches tickling the glass) but the brightness of the white stage is more effective. The film includes aerial shots, allowing us to see people lying on the stage, dancing on the stage, dying on the stage. This is a bonus of the film; it gives you a chance to view the piece from every angle.

In the stage play Webster had audience members wear headphones, with actors whispering in their ears to create a near immersive surround sound. This works in a cinema, and does make the audience feel more immersed, though it lacks the innovative punch of the original concept.

While it’s really Tennant’s show, the rest of the cast are very strong. Cush Jumbo as Lady Macbeth is a loving version, coming alive in her frustration and embarrassment at her husband’s unravelling. Their connection, and chemistry, gives a sexy heartbeat to the relationship. Jatinder Singh Randhawa as the Porter is hilarious, ad-libbing away and playing on the audience’s headphone wearing. Rona Morison as Lady Macduff is subtle and tragic. Noof Ousellam’s Macduff brings tears to the eyes in his quiet grief, definitely making him an actor to look out for.

The more theatrical moments don’t translate so well to screen, the visit from the witches fails to stir the necessary fearfulness. The show chooses the psychological over the magical, which works, but means when it strays into prophecy it feels incongruous. Similarly, what gets noticed on screen is less forgiving. The costumes leave a little to be desired, for instance everyone is in patent leather Chelsea boots. Interestingly that’s something that would be easily ignored on stage, but is glaring on screen.

This has not entirely converted me to the wonders of filmed theatre, but it has definitely softened me towards it. While it is undoubtably not as good as being there, it is a close second. For Tennant’s performance alone, it is worth seeing this production.

A GOOD HOUSE

Royal Court

★★★★

“The performances and the dynamics are gripping”

The time is now. The setting is the evocatively named small town of Stillwater which, we are told is located ‘wherever that may be’. Although it is clear we are in South Africa. But switch the accents and we could be anywhere in the world; from the Redneck belt of the Southern US to a provincial English backwater. The poignancy that oozes from Amy Jephta’s one act play, “A Good House”, is universal. The smalltown sensibilities that fester unchecked on a microscope slide are magnified into a thrilling and acerbic dissection of community politics. Bitter, sweet, dangerous and funny; it challenges and twists our expectations.

Sihle (Sifiso Mazibuko) and Bonolo (Mimî M Khayisa) are new to the area. They are getting to know relative old timers Chris (Scott Sparrow) and Lynette (Olivia Darnley). It is, in fact, two years since Sihle and Bonolo moved to the neighbourhood: a telling fact. A brief, highly charged prologue precedes the opening scenes in which Sihle and Chris first meet each other under different circumstances. It sets up the dynamics and highlights the innate and institutionalised racism that is embedded in the tarmac of the residents’ matching driveways. We think we are in Mike Leigh territory for a moment. Wine is slowly (alas too slowly) poured and polite conversation trips over awkward faux pas. But Jephta pulls it out by the scruff of the neck, while Nancy Medina’s direction cracks the whip, drives out the Pinteresque pauses and sends it galloping off through the overlapping dialogue.

Sparrow’s Chris is clumsily ‘right on’ and obsequious in the extreme. We quickly know that he can’t be trusted. Similarly, Darnley’s over-eager Lynette is a Cape Town Sloane Ranger – if such a thing exists. Sihle and Bonolo have sussed them out. A freeze-frame device intermittently sets certain characters in suspended animation while the others are free to vent the true feelings that lie hidden beneath the chit chat. The performances and the dynamics are gripping. Mazibuko fills the stage with the imposing figure of Sihle, seemingly – and only initially – compliant with the reactions provoked by his skin colour and background. Khayisa’s portrayal of the no-nonsense Bonolo is a master stroke that surprises us with some refreshingly unexpected views on society and race.

In their suburban community, a mysterious shack has sprung up – the inhabitants nowhere to be seen. Speculation abounds as to who is responsible for this eyesore, and with this speculation the petty bigotry feeds on itself and multiplies. Andrew (Kai Luke Brummer) and Jess (Robyn Rainsford) are the couple most affected, the shack being on their doorstep. Brummer and Rainsford are a perfect match depicting the ‘perfect suburban couple’ – in other words gauche and full of gaffes, embarrassing indiscretions, bigotry and fanaticism.

The shack, although a real structure, is also clearly an allegory. The anonymity of its occupants is seen as being dangerous. Fear abounds, naturally. The writing and the performances ridicule and make a mockery of it all, quite rightly, but also highlight the conflicts and the tensions. The petty prejudices cut far deeper than overt racism. We get a real sense of the institutionalised racism that breeds in these small-town minds that, if left untended, can grow like knotweed.

“A Good House” is a very modern satire. Its façade is a comedy but behind its closed doors lies quite a different story. If I were you, I’d think twice about borrowing a cup of sugar in Stillwater. But I wouldn’t think twice about seeing the play. Just be prepared to find splinters of glass mixed in with the sugar.

MACBETH

In Cinemas

★★★★

“For Tennant’s performance alone, it is worth seeing this production”

MACBETH

In Cinemas from 5th February

Reviewed on 20th January 2025

by Auriol Reddaway

Photography by Marc Brenner

Previously reviewed at the Donmar Warehouse:

MACBETH

MACBETH

MACBETH

A GOOD HOUSE

Royal Court

★★★★

“The performances and the dynamics are gripping”

A GOOD HOUSE

Royal Court

Reviewed on 17th January 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Camilla Greenwell

Previously reviewed at this venue:

A GOOD HOUSE

A GOOD HOUSE

A GOOD HOUSE