The camera sways, as if blown by the wind in an unstable world. Kurzel doesn’t cut the text as much as Kurosawa did, but his Scottish-accented cast mutter rather than declaim, and visuals are more eloquent than vocals. It’s a film rich in gesture. As they plot murder, the Macbeths whisper intently, brow to brow, and their hands find flesh under thick layers of clothes: assassination as aphrodisiac.
September 07, 2015