'Macbeth' @ Harrogate Theatre

'Macbeth' @ Harrogate Theatre | 7 May 2015

When I came home this week, my sister surprised me with the chance to see Macbeth at Harrogate Theatre. This particular production had been touring since February by Tara Arts and Black Theatre Live. The production has to be one of the best Shakespeare productions I have ever seen.

Rating: 5/5 *

Three outrageous drag-queens* cook up an explosive brew of treachery, ambition and passion, setting an Asian family off on a path of bloody self-destruction. Tara Arts brings Indian movement and music to Shakespeare's text, offering a powerful contemporary take on his darkest play. [source]

Never before have I seen a Shakespeare play that has evoked such emotion. I was very familiar with Macbeth, as most people are. However, I did not experience the strength of emotion in any previous production or reading of Macbeth that I did in this performance.

Mountford portrays a deeply intense and crazed Macbeth who slowly and scarily descends into madness. Along with the power of Shaheen Khan's Lady Macbeth and the unbelievably comical and new three Witches, the cast provide a new and exciting take to this famous play.

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