I very much like Kenneth Branaugh's Hamlet, big and intimate, although the ghost is poorly done. (The ghost in Zeferelli's Mel Gibson version was nice.)

   There's another in that post-modern illustration style, with Hamlet as a grunge dude, I can't take.

   Whatever the customs of the time, it still rings odd that Macbeth reflects on the guest thing, and the way he falls into bickering with hired killers seems very revealing of what kind of man he is.

   How 'bout My kingdom for a floating casket?