There have been several notable film adaptations of Shakespeare’s “Scottish play” (gotta avoid that pesky curse!), but few have been as bloody or as burdened by backstory as this stunning 1971 version from Roman Polanski. The director was out of town in the summer of ’69 when the Manson gang murdered his pregnant wife, Sharon Tate; the sheer amount of brutal violence and gore on display in his first posttrauma project suggests nothing so much an exorcism. There’s nary a drop of the milk of human kindness to be found, with Jon Finch’s titular tortured soul and Francesca Annis’s spot-obsessed spouse practically marinating in dread. But with all due respect to Orson Welles, you arguably won’t find a more cinematic take on the play, and the chance to see the daggers in men’s smiles on the Film Society of Lincoln Center screen isn’t one to pass up. Go out, out, Bard-loving moviegoers!