Geoffrey Wright's version of Shakespeare, set amongst Melbourne gangland, could have been great - who can resist the idea of the three witches as a gang of goth schoolgirls? - but proves numbingly bad. Nothing tests the verbal skills and dexterity of imagination and interpretation of an actor like Shakespearean dialogue; Sam Worthington and his fellows rise to the challenge by reciting with all the passion and clarity of a McDonalds drive-thru attendant.
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