September 30, 2018 @ 8:00 am - October 20, 2019 @ 6:00 pm
Written by William Shakespeare
Directed by K Madavane
Assistant Director Deepankar Mukherjee
Artistic Producer: Rajul Khare
Set Design: K Madavane
MACBETH AND HIS CORRIDOR OF FRIGHTNING CURTAINS
Shakespeare is a master craftsman of beautiful verses. Visually powerful, they evoque so many images. In the play Macbeth itself there are so many.
Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
(Act 5, Scene 5)
One can see Shakespeare taking enormous distance and judge his own life with words such as. « … told by an idiot, full of sound and fury .. » Is that far fetched to imagine that Shakespeare is refering to himself after spending his full life writing and staging play after play ? But in the context of my Macbeth, This is my favourite: « Macbeth shall sleep no more » (II/2). Lady Macbeth is no more the only person who is sleep walking in the middle of night : an iconic scene in the World Theatre Repertory. She is not the only person who has lost her sleep for ever.
Why should she be the only one to be weak and disturbed in her sleep when the crime was committed by both ? Why should she bear all the burden of the crime ?
When the hands of Macbeth are equally tainted by the crime, why should Lady Macbeth be the only one who is cleaning her hands (« What, will my hands never be clean – I still have the smell of blood on my hand. All the perfumes of Arabia coudn’t make my little hand smell better » V/1).
There is one image I would like to retain in my play. In the middle of the night, between the thick walls of an old and cold castle, on a breezy winter’s night, Macbeth and Lady Macbeth are lying on their huge royal bed, desperatly trying to sleep. Enveloped by their white bedsheet, hypnotised by the equally pristine curtains, hanging from the grandiose ceilings of the ancient bed room, known for their shadows and secrets. Moving curtains, caressing curtains, frightening curtains, transparent curtains, white curtains, they respond to the heart beats of the royal, criminal couple.
Mute and moving witness of their ambition, their dialogue, their despair and hope, their crime and cruelty, these mysterious curtains hide and reveal the secrets of those who want to listen the wail of their everlasting movements. Responding to the moods of their soul, acknowledging the gruesome crime, they transform themselves sometime as the cold pillars of the endless corridor of the castle. At other time, they become the twisted branches of the frightening trees near the witches refuge. Dark creatures at the edge of the civilization, hanging between the unsure future and the tangible present, the witches are the soul churning of the tortured human being. The curtains reveal their hazy presence more than their loud feelings.
Under these mysterious curtains, Macbeth and Lady Macbeth talk endlessly in the night. « Macbeth shall sleep no more ». Lady Macbeth is not the only one who has the « disease beyond any medical skills ». Touching and feeling the rough fabrics of the fragile contours of his heart. Macbeth is moving everyday from one pillar to another, the long corridor of myserious prophecy, crime and fame.