Apart from Hamlet, there’s a lot of Conan the Barbarian, Macbeth, Oedipus, The Sopranos, and even First Blood in The Northman. It’s a whole lotta film. In the words of my favourite radio psychiatrist, I feel like a seafront village after the vikings have left. 

I also thought it was, at times, extremely goofy. I’m sure it was as authentic as possible (Eggers seems to love that shit), but what’s real can feel a tad silly on screen. The Swedish Chef accents didn’t help. Bork, bork, bork!

Perfect.

Like being sodomised with an Amelie-branded dildo.

-I take back my wish.
-Good news, mummy. My cancer is back.