The true story itself is awesome, of course. And watching six half-naked Vikings for 2 hours is no punishment either. But the film never manages to make the story its own. All expected sea journey related hick-ups quicky follow each other (sea sickness! sharks! mutiny! man overboard! storm!): as if they're being ticked off a list. Not one of these makes an actual emotional impact on the viewer. At no point in the film did I find myself really connecting with the characters, or caring whether they would make it or not. They do, by the way. Oops, spoiler alert.