Eugene Ionesco takes one of Shakespeare's darkest plays and turns it into a tragic farce. He incorporates plenty of absurd humor—changing most names by one letter (Malcolm becomes Malcol), overtly writing Donalbain out of the story, having character duos state competing lines with increasing bravado and hyperbole—that is mostly funny if you are familiar enough with Macbeth and have a dorky literary sense of humor.
That being said, there is still plenty of murder, onstage and offstage. Several characters get stabbed or beheaded, and many of the speeches sound something like this: "I've killed dozens and dozens of them with my bare hands. Twelve dozen officers and men who never did me any harm. I've had hundreds and hundreds of others executed by firing squad. Thousands of others were roasted alive when I set fire to the forests where they'd run for safety. Tens of thousands of men, women, and children suffocated to death in cellars, buried under the rubble of their houses which I'd blown up. Hundreds of thousands were drowned in the Channel in desperate attempts to escape. Millions died of fear or committed suicide. Ten million others died of anger, apoplexy, or a broken heart. There's not enough ground to bury them all." Everything is exaggerated as much as it can be, and then it's exaggerated some more.
This is all fine and good, but I found myself irritated by some of the more common absurdist techniques this play clings to. Characters often confuse Macbett and his comrade Banco because they are so similar (because really everyone is equally ambitious and interchangeable). Lines are repeated over and over again for the same reason. Early on, Macbett gives a long speech contemplating his military service only to have Banco repeat it word for word only a few moments later. Whether this was done to once again show how similar the characters are or for a laugh, it becomes far too tedious for its own good.
With all the double crossing and overthrowing of leaders, I couldn't help but think of some of Percy Shelley's works. Both his poem, "The Masque of Anarchy," and his shadow play, Prometheus Unbound, deal with political revolutions and nonviolent resistance. These two works along with Macbett all seem to have in common the idea that anyone who is attempting to overthrow a dictator—for righteous or self-serving reasons—will become every bit as bad as that initial dictator. They become part of a chain of unbreakable violence. And while I might prefer Shelley's works, at least Ionesco's characters seem to be having fun during the revolution.