The Northman

Um homem do norte.

written by

marie 🪖

incrível, um filme rico em história, cultura, simbolismo e detalhes. tudo é construído com tanta força e profundidade que você se vê imerso. a atuação é impecável, com atores que entregam cada emoção de forma crua. é um filme que te prende do início ao fim, e consegue te passar exatamente a dor, o ódio, e todos os sentimentos ali vividos de maneira tão real. o mais emocionante é o final, ver o protagonista morrer como a sua história prometia desde o início. trágico, épico e poético. um verdadeiro rito de passagem.

The Northman

Rage. Hatred. Vengeance.

written by

Maël

_Munu við ofstríð alls til lengi_ _konur ok karlar kvikvir fœðask!_ _Vit skulum okkrum aldri slíta,_ _Sigurðr, saman! Søkkstu, gýgjarkyn!_ “This twisted spirit will ride again... It wields a thirsty blade.” Fatalism. Death begets death begets death. A kingdom built on blood and bones, on rape and slavery. The Nornir weave the threads of fate for all, and none are safe from their prophecies, instead forced to accept the course of destiny. Cursed with an eternity of shame for a life taken, stolen from him, young Prince Amleth is thrust upon a course of life filled with nothing but primal animalistic emotion. Feral. Hungry. Bloody. A life amongst the berserkers, sailing up and down the rivers of Europe, pillaging, looting, killing, killing, killing. Fulfilling a legacy shown to him by his father, his father’s father, and so on, and so on. A family history built on the ruination of others. Rage. Hatred. Vengeance. “I will avenge you, father. I will save you, mother. I will kill you, Fjölnir.” “Remember for whom you shed your last teardrop.” Letting go of the past is impossible, whether or not the Fates themselves have dictated Amleth’s path forward. Olga’s love enters his life, something he had not considered. A woman of the Rus, of the Birch Forest. A slave that he cannot possibly see himself with. Flights of violence across nights, wielding a blade of legend, leaving corpses in his wake. His hatred so strong. Until finally, that chance to save his mother, to be that hero he believes himself. And to see it all collapse in front of him. Herself a victim of his mighty father's conquests. And Amleth unable to steer himself forward. Vengeance only craves more and more death. Rage. Hatred. Vengeance. “I will avenge you, father. I will save you, mother. I will kill you, Fjölnir.” At the Gates of Hel, fiery and explosive, a lake of magma, warrior against warrior, man against man, uncle against nephew, Óðinn against Freyr, everything bared and nothing hidden. A fight for far more than just kingdom, just land, just the right to rule. A fight to the death for Amleth’s children, a fight to the death for the death of Fjölnir’s family. A fight between two killers. Rage. Hatred. Vengeance. “I will avenge you, father. I will save you, mother. I will kill you, Fjölnir.” A quest of revenge finished. One family is destroyed as another is born. Amleth’s rise with the valkyrja to Valhǫll. A woman sailed away to Orkney, their prodigy to continue his legacy. Will there only be more blood? Or perhaps, something different? “The thread that binds us can never be broken.” The Northman is myth-made-reality. Simple. Terribly simple. But done so, so beautifully. So poetically. Sure, I would’ve loved for it to be even weirder, and dip its toes even deeper into the supernatural world, but for what Eggers was able to give us even with studio interference, I loved it all. Anya Taylor Joy is so pretty… “For where your path of ashes ends, another begins.”