Sleep No More One-On-One with Malcolm
At Sleep No More, the interrogation by Malcolm the detective was one of my three “one-on-ones”.
We ran out the side door of the detective’s office, down the dark hallway, and he pushed me into a room filled with boxes of dirt and tiny grave markers. At this point, he suddenly stopped.
We walked with my arm in his arm, down the length of the room, past the tiny graves, like a quiet funeral procession. He reached out and lifted the curtains at the back of the room. It was dark. The only lights came from the tiny graves behind us. I could barely make out what was in front of me. Just a desk, like last time.
He gently pushed me into the back area and turned on the light with a slam. He closed the curtains behind him. He opened up the desk drawer, which had four eggs inside. He gestured towards a specific egg in the drawer, as if I should I pick the one he wanted me to. Third from the left. This one. I took it, and held the egg in my right hand for a few seconds, turning it around and around to inspect it.
He let me examine the egg for a few brief moments, then, without any warning, crushed it violently in my palm. Dirt spilled out everywhere. He grabbed my right palm, and started rubbing the dirt into my skin, and trying to read the lines on my palm, very forcefully.
He dropped my hand, picked up the magnifying glass, and took a step towards me.
“Who are you?”
I said nothing. He took another step towards me.
“Do you see the signs, student?”
I said nothing. He took another step towards me.
I was backed up against the wall. I had nowhere to turn.
He began quoting Macbeth.
“On Tuesday last a falcon was hawked at and killed.”
He took another step towards me.
“Duncan’s horses turned wild against nature. They would make war with mankind.”
He kept walking towards me.
I shuffled to the right, tangling in the curtains.
His monologue continued for several more lines as I could only stare in bewilderment, lines I did not recognize.
Finally, he said, “It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood.”
He repeated himself again, and again.
“It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood.
It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood.
It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood!”
He moved towards me, and began to embrace me tightly, all the while mumbling quietly.
“Methinks I heard a voice cry out. I thought I heard a voice cry out, I thought I heard a voice cry out…”
His arms were tight around my body.
He sounded distraught.
“I thought I heard a voice cry out.”
The lights went out with a bang. He began to sob and retch.
He grabbed my hands and placed them against the side of his belly, as it to stop the bleeding from a wound. He laid one of his hands on top of mine, pressing down hard. He held my hand there.
Then he took my other hand and brought it up higher, by his head.
My index finger and middle finger were suddenly warm and wet, in his mouth, as he continued to choke.
Two fingers, like the barrel of a gun, I realized. Two fingers.
I could see nothing.
We stayed there for several seconds, my hands frozen in position by his.
Then a bell rang in the distance.
He deserted me, sprinting out of the room, flying through the curtains.
There was only darkness.
I was alone.
Source: kathrynyu
A Complete Playlist from Sleep No More (including The Witch’s Rave).
Sleep No More may be the most unusual, fantastical take on Macbeth ever produced. The London-based theater company Punchdrunk has transformed 100,000 square feet of New York City warehouse space into a meticulously detailed world — a kind of Macbeth theme park with no signage or maps or instructions.
The result is part art installation, part dance performance, part giant maze: audience members are free to wander through the space and encounter performers as they pass through 100 meticulously designed rooms.
Punchdrunk artistic director Felix Barrett shows Kurt Andersen around the set. He says the superstitions in Shakespeare’s Macbeth fascinated him — enough to permeate every single room in Punchdrunk’s production. “Every single space has some sort of superstition within it,” he explains. “Either it’s something that’s preventative and it wards off evil and protects against witches, which means our Witches can’t actually enter. Or it’s something that’s a curse, a hex upon the space that’s sucking the darkness in.”
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Sleep No More Spoilers
Second time around, I saw Macbeth kill Banquo in the dingy bar. Banquo eventually came out from behind the bar, bloody. He and the bartender shared a drink, which they both spit on the floor. Then Banquo stumbled out, with me (and many others) following. I was really close to him. As we went up the stairs, he actually started leaning on me for support. He turned to look directly at me, with an expression that conveyed that what he was about to say was the most important thing in his life (or afterlife). And he whispered, as if it was taking all his strength, so only I could hear.
You. Find. Macbeth. You find Macbeth. And you. Kill. Macbeth.
After we got up the stairs, we went down the hall, and into a small room with an odd little staircase in it. He went up the stairs, but the audience were prevented from following by a Black Mask. He stared at us over the balcony, then pointed urgently to a door across the room, and hissed, in a loud stage whisper, “Go. Go! GO!”
We went. And found ourselves in the main hall, in the midst of the banquet scene, with Banquo’s Ghost just about to make his entrance.
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