Danny JC’s review published on Letterboxd:
HAAAAAAAARK! HARK, VIKING, HARK!
We haven’t in quite some time seen a full throttle, blood-soaked battle epic featuring warriors relentlessly tossing their bodies in the line of steel swords, axes, and daggers, all while sounding as though they will burst if any more of the pure rage bellowing from their lungs goes on even a second more. That happens to be the norm when it comes to Robert Eggers’ third and so far highest budgeted film, The Northman. It is a stunning tale of bloodlust, fury, and revenge which has been crafted with such a fervor and undeniable understanding of Norse mythology and its crucial texts that it is downright impossible to fault for any lack of passion.
The dialogue, which is co-written by Eggers and Sjón, can admittedly be a bit over the top to the point of absurdity at times, and there are in certain spots poor choices of accent work, particularly with Anya Taylor-Joy doing her best Dracula impression. But The Northman’s commitment to the bit and relentless energy is ultimately its saving grace, even if it will leave its characters and audience exhausted by the end.