Review: An evasive ‘Macbeth’ strains for coherence

Gold’s production strips “Macbeth” of context, but does not functionally wrestle with the timeless stuff that’s left. There’s not much revealed here about the folly of avarice, or why it makes people crazy. The most human thing onstage is gobs of spilled blood, gushing from a slit throat and poured into the witches’ stew, or staining the skin and robes of the killers and the damned. It’s a grizzly and unearned grasp for thrills from a production without a cohesive life force of its own.