Macbeth, the honest truth

Junior staff editor Lorna got a sneak preview at Macbeth last night and here’s what she thinks

Michael Fassbender, Jack Reynor, gory scenes, beautiful scenery bucket loads of popcorn and an extra large Diet Coke. What’s not to love, eh?

Wrong.

Let me paint you a little picture here. The film starts with a gruesome battlefield on which men are preparing for battle, face paint n’all. The battle scene is fabulous – all blood squirting everywhere, heads being chopped off, angry, testosterone-filled men attempting to kill anything in sight.

Then, nothing.

Not that the film ended there but to be perfectly honest, I didn’t understand a word of it. Not a single word. I studied King Lear in school, which is a great play yet somehow I could never truly grasp that Shakespearean language. And still can’t so it seems.

Without sounding like an uncultured fool, it was a little bit like watching a French film without the subtitles.

Visually? It was stunning of course. The Scottish highlands were a beautiful backdrop to the vast array of scenes that I felt nothing but confusion from. It was also visually stunning due to the fact I got to watch (the slightly terrifying but oh-so-handsome) Michael Fassbender, cutie Jack Reynor and hottie Marion Cotillard.

At one point, I could definitely feel myself falling asleep until my mother, who loves talking during movies, rattled my slumber to tell me what a lovely headpiece Marion was wearing.

And if I could take one thing from this movie, which believe me was a difficult feat, it is that that headpiece was rather lovely.

Oh and that it ends after exactly 113 minutes and 32 seconds.