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Macbeth (1948) -- O. Welles
This is the
fever-dream version of the Scottish play -- expressionistic (although not at
Caligari heights), with half-remembered lines and tortured soliloquies
(performed entirely inside of the characters' heads). Dark and gloomy with
heavy mist and sometimes heavy burrs (and sometimes not), the angst and horror
settle in on Lady M and MacB pretty much right away -- Welles is his posturing
self but the others sometimes do get lost in the jumble. Out, out, brief
candle.
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