I started my Great Shakespeare-A-Thon! with this because it's the one play I'm most familiar with, besides Romeo & Juliet (and that's only because I saw the Claire Danes movie). I was surprised to discover that I'd memorized more of it in high school that I thought; although I couldn't have told you before what it belonged to, I had over half the play lodged somewhere in my brain. I went with the No Fear translation because most of the others I found at work are riddled to death with footnotes (Yale University edition, I am looking in your direction!), and honestly, with this one sometimes I needed help to know what the hell was going on. And the verdict? Meh.
Oh how I pity the teachers that struggled to get us to learn this stuff as freshmen. I was an excellent reader at that time, if I do say so myself, but good lord, who has the faculties to care about this stuff as a teenager? You have to be a little older to appreciate all the delicious creepiness. Otherwise, Macbeth is such a whiner and why on earth so quick to kill the king?