A sneak behind the scenes of our critically acclaimed production of Macbeth - from cast member Beryl Nairn:
“I am in props stepped in so far…
Picture the scene. A pile of gas masks, one prosthetic chopped-off finger, great coats, rifles, swords, tin hats by the score, hairpins, trestle tables, glasses, plates of fruit and gruesome-looking taxidermic animals.
Suddenly, a smoke machine starts up, during which the sub-sonic ‘boom’ of a battlefield bomb rattles your rib cage. All hell breaks loose when a whistle is blown, as a clatter of boots and a smear of sweaty faces, rush off to meet their fate. Difficult to believe it’s not actually Armageddon, but backstage in the wings at 41 Monkgate Theatre. It’s 28th September, 7.30pm, on the opening night of Mooted Theatre Company’s production of Macbeth.
As a twenty strong, level-headed, ensemble company, we’ve been pretty dismissive of the usual superstition surrounding The Scottish Play, even shrugging off any coincidences when a couple of the company got pretty sick during recent rehearsals, (including Lady Macbeth and one of the Witches). But I digress.
So, it was the opening night of the show and the air around the wings, and in the dressing rooms, was gathering an energy, which, like Macbeth’s dagger, soon became ‘palpable’. Not only was it stifling hot, but tension was ramping up, since this production’s technical detail demands a limpet-like dependency between cast, crew and creatives. There is much work to do as a team. I’ve no doubt that sharing shutter-wrangling duties, table assemblage, tent dismantling, sword fighting and speedy costume changes; as well as performing intense and tightly choreographed scenes together, will create life-long memories and friendships.
I’ve been in the Monkgate space before. Twice as an actor, twice as a director and many times as a member of the audience. Waiting to go on stage last night, I was struck again by the power and magic of theatre; the craft by which a black, empty, box can be transformed into an alternative world. I’ve seen the Monkgate studio transfigured into a Lawn Tennis Court, The Irish Potato Famine, a Stately Home and, on the atmospheric set of this current production, into a brutalised land, yoked under the tyrant, Macbeth. I love Shakespeare. I’ve taught Shakespeare.
I studied Macbeth for my own Literature O Level. It gave me a nightmare I’ll never forget, where my Dad cut me into pieces with a Stanley Knife and my Mum stuck me back together with sellotape. We laughed about it over breakfast. But I’m having nightmares again. Macbeth gives you nightmares.
Mark France’s bloody, compelling and topical production of Macbeth will give you nightmares. I’m loving it. So will you. Fact.”
Beryl Nairn - September 2011
Screams as music, explosions as rhythm, field recordings, live electronics and recording the supernatural - we caught up with Composer Kingsley Ash to talk about his soundtrack to Macbeth.