Oh this is a good one. Who can resist indulging in the graphic and dripping language of the feast scene while carving a bloody roast straight out of the oven? Well it was a pleasure and I highly recommend it. If a little gross. This scene is supposed to make you squirm, and the only thing I wish is that Shakespeare would have given us some more gutsy lines during the actual violence, a la Webster or Marlowe. The actual explosion of violence is all too brief – sort of a Reservoir Dogs moment that quickly caps exquisitely-tuned tensions between almost every character. Regardless, it is fitting the scene should be accompanied by the carving and serving of lumpy, bloody red flesh.