Just started watching the 2010 production of 'Macbeth', with Patrick Stewart as the ambitious thane. Preeeettty brutal already. But then, it's a brutal play.
Looks like some of this was filmed inside some war tunnel or other. Such wartime tunnels are all over Europe & the UK, some known, others long gone or lost; and it all brings home the reminder of the horrible impact both World Wars had on Europe.
We don't really have a clue about that, here in the US.
Ok, we just got the hubris of Macbeth, who has now contemplated the possibility of getting Malcom & Duncan out of the way, that he might be King of Scotland.
So this brings to mind the full cycle of retribution the Greeks came up with, a three-part process that inevitably ended in meeting your fate much worse than you would have if you'd just let well enough alone.
The first step was Hubris, which was the *thought* that you might alter your fate somehow. It's not an action - Ate (pron. "AH-tay") is the action you take to change it. And Nemesis is the retribution you receive for daring to try it. In the case of the Macbeths, their hubris is the *thought* that they can climb to royalty via murder. The action is... well, the murders and whatnot. Their Nemesis is when it all goes to shit in the final act.
Dunno why I'm on a Shakespeare kick of late, but I am. As I watch or read I'm reminded of how many adages & idioms we use today that the Bard gave us, & how his works have woven into literature & theater & movies & the like. "Macbeth" gives us, for instance, "a dagger of the mind" from the famed dagger speech - used as a title for an episode of Star Trek (TOS).
There's a great deal in this play about how bound up with masculinity violence is. First Lady Macbeth, later King Macbeth, berate men for basically not being man enough to muster the initiative to do violence to other men. I'm at the scene where King Macbeth is instructing the two assassins to do in Banquo and the MacDuff family. Yowza.
I see the seeds of her insanity in the wobble of her head on her neck - very slight at this point, first seen after she set up Duncan's chamberlains. The stress is wearing on her. I don't think these are people who really had the mettle, the spirit, to be ruthless killers. Violent, yes. Brutal, yes. But they could not compass the ends of their enemies without conscience, and the guilt is driving them absolutely mad.
I always feel so sorry for the poor soldier at the very beginning who reports the battle success to King Duncan. Guy's greviously wounded, bleeding out, and they're interrogating him hardcore, and I'm always like - Jeezus, king, give the poor man a Band-aid or something, for fuck's sake!