Graham has an aloof coolness reminiscent of Tilda Swinton and ably reveals her character's ruthlessness and drive without overdoing it. Collin Erickson is an intriguing force in several small roles, with his distinctive look and husky voice. I wish he'd been given a larger role.
The fight scene that closes act one is excessive in both volume and violence. I'm glad to report that the ill effects of the performance's insanely loud gunshots have worn off, but on the drive home I thought I would be forever plagued with tinnitus.
The music played in the background is sometimes welcome (Vivaldi and a little Steely Dan), but at some points it competes with the acting, and the pulsating Nine Inch Nails is too much for some of the actors to overcome.
Director Greg Johnson cultivates some compelling performances and employs several interesting visuals, particularly Mrs. McBeth's sleepwalking scene. I imagine that some of the disparity with the actors' abilities will even out over the run of the show. Here's hoping that Broom Street Theater is spared the alleged curse of Shakespeare's Scottish play.
