This traditional-looking, liberty-taking version of Macbeth has some fine features and ends with vigour, in spite of a rather flat first half.
Refreshingly, director Tom Mallaburn dares to add text to the script: knock-knock jokes are nicely delivered by Greg Johnson and a novel coda opens up sinister sequel possibilities. The climactic fight between Macbeth and Macduff is a great interpretation.
Our destiny, it seems, is mostly in our minds.
Less happily, a new heavy-handed prologue suggests a family tragedy causes Lady Macbeth's violent urges (an example of the "stuffed into the fridge" trope) while an introduced confusion has Ross, shown to care for the Macduff family, assisting in their murders.
Paul McLaney's soundscape, bagpipes and all, is wonderfully atmospheric. Although the witches' black tulle rags and dirty hissing faces are rather pantomime, their beautiful disharmonies are an eerie standout (I would buy the album).