Macbeth canst ne’er be slain by man nor sword,
For he hast now become an Undead Lord!
Macbeth Re-Arisen is a cerebral feast of a black comedy that picks up where Shakespeare left off, returning the usurping Scotsman to a rotten state, a decomposing Queen and a deadly confrontation that will have the Bard rolling in his grave…if he can stay dead!
"Writing an entire play in Elizabethan pentameter is a risky task but David Mence’s somewhat ludicrous script seamlessly leads on from the first installment. He mixes Shakespearean verse with cheesy horror-esque conventions and creates new characters, like the gothic Hecate and the golum-like Cripple No-toes. These along with old favourites are performed by a talented cast of Aussies who handle this well balanced farce with wit and respect. This chainsaw wielding Macbeth is worth seeing! 4 stars." - Greer Ogston, The List
"That’s right, he’s back! This wonderfully written Australian production adds the sequel to the original Macbeth. Back from the dead, zombie Macbeth and his wife lead their very own zombie army to try and prise Scotland away from the arms of King Malcolm. It’s immensely funny and keeps the audience tied to their seats as they follow him on his latest quest to become king. This is an adventurous production that is pulled off perfectly by an enthusiastic and talented cast. Think Shakespeare meets Shaun of the Dead ... William is probably turning in his grave; but only because he wishes he could have written it himself."- Three Weeks
“A cheeky original production that reflects a new generation of Australian humour.” - John Bell
“The writing is simply astounding.” - Edinburgh Guide
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EXTRACT: Here's the time for deeds that have not names;/ The sky's ablaze with caustic revels and seems/ To mirror my wicked intent. A stealthy ink/ Seeps in betwixt the billowing clouds, which far/ From chasten'd white doth now with molestation/ Surge and bloat and spit to all the quarters/ The searing music of their fiery bolts.
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EXTRACT: Do not insult me with thy putrescent voice,/ I see thy thought as ripples on a glassy pond./ Both of ye I know are ruffled with pride,/ And what is done thus far is well and good,/ But I have come to give a word of warning./ Though I have granted to thee unperishing life,/ It dost not mean that thou art become as gods:/ Hubris may decide to visit thee/ And none may know bar Fate what form 'twill take/ And where the shifting sands of time may spout/ Some carefully ravelled foe. Listen both:/
"This is not a production of Shakespeareâ€™s â€˜Scottish Playâ€™, itâ€™s a sequel. Thatâ€™s right, a sequel to Macbeth. A sequel that begins with the Three Witches using an unholy spell to raise Macbeth from the dead as an undead killing machine bent on bloody revenge and a good meal of brainsâ€¦"
"A diabolically entertaining fusion of Shakespearean tragedy and B-grade horror, the play picks up where the Bard left off."