Thrice times

The New Yorker reviewed a production of 'The Scottish play' - apparently Patrick Stewart is haunted by three nuns in starched white hats - the pyschoapparitions of the Weird Sisters. Most of the drama happens in hospital, with the sink faucets pouring blood and the electric lights glaring off tile floors. 

ugh. 

But perhaps i am still too young to appreciate "re-interpretation"--maybe I ought to see MacBeth in all its Highland terror before I start critiquing it in its modern style. Still, I cannot imagine an audience watching the Thane of Cawdor trembling before the butcher & still receiving the full impact Shakespeare intended. 

But I guess Patrick Stewart can pull off anything. Maybe I'll fly to the Big Apple and judge for myself?