Macbeth

Do I have to harden myself in order to endure reality? Exorcize my inner child, thicken my blood and refuse all compassion so as not to break myself? In William Shakespeare's Macbeth, the world order is in disarray - "Fair is foul and foul is fair". It is the story of a couple who strip away their own humanity in order to gain power. Empathy is weakness and hesitation is fatal - until the unleashed violence turns against its creators and drags them to their doom. What does it mean to tell Macbeth today, in a present full of war, greed for power and callousness? Is Shakespeare right with his gloomy diagnosis? Does the world seem to us like "a fairy tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, without any sense"? And if horror has become a daily backdrop, what role do we play? Are we Shakespeare's witches - standing idly by as the world fulfills one prophecy after another? Tristan Linder tells Macbeth with a small cast and allows playfulness and seriousness, comedy and cruelty to clash in order to question power, violence and lack of empathy. How far do we want to harden ourselves before the forest finally starts to move?