So fair and foul a night London playgoers have seldom seen. Dark, suffocating, nameless terror creeps everywhere. Sounds of shrieking horses and gales of bone-rattling electronic music zap the eardrums. It is the National Theater's production of Macbeth, raising new shudders in the definition of gore, new questions about the existence of the supernatural—and new developments in the black art of scaring up tickets. As Macbeth, Anthony Hopkins is a restless animal, hopelessly possessed, feeding on eerie fears until they devour him. But soft, who is that lady he was seen with? That...
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