Review: Robert Eggers' mighty Viking epic 'The Northman' puts the art before the Norse
Not long into Robert Eggers' "The Northman," a mad and mesmerizing song of Iceland and fire, the camera plunges down into darkness, as if it had suddenly been swallowed up by the Earth. It's A.D. 895, on a frigid North Atlantic island, and we're following a scrawny young Viking prince, Amleth (Oscar Novak), and his scraggly bearded father, King Aurvandil (Ethan Hawke), as they descend into a firelit temple, where the royal stripling is led through a muddy, bloody rite of manhood. Amid much growling, howling, floating and farting, Aurvandil predicts his own impending demise and makes Amleth vow to avenge him — an oath sealed in blood and destined to be fulfilled with great geysers of gore and lava.
There are many such grim prophecies and elemental eruptions in "The Northman," starting with the movie's arresting opening shot of
