This could be interesting.
I never spent much time studying Norse mythology, so it was only recently that I learned that the story of the scorned prince Amleth (the basis for The Northman's narrative) was in fact Shakespeare's inspiration for the anagrammatical Melancholy Dane. This explains quite a bit about Eggers' film, which does play like Hamlet, except the indecision has been replaced with a plodding, preverbal determinism.
Eggers offers a heaping helping of grim brutality, not just showing the painstaking body-by-body return…
I miss the old Kiyoshi. The can't-be-sold Kiyoshi. Back in the fold Kiyoshi. That was the bold Kiyoshi. Remember Cure Kiyoshi? That wasn't your Kiyoshi? 'Cause that was my Kiyoshi. Damn, that was fly, Kiyoshi! You came with Kairo, Kiyoshi. That shit was fire, Kiyoshi! Even Bright Future Kiyoshi, that ill repute Kiyoshi. I dug it all, Kiyoshi. So why'd you stall, Kiyoshi? And then that Journey to the Shore? You got some gall, Kiyoshi!
I miss the real…
If you happen to follow my Twitter feed, you'll know that I've already gotten a bit hot and bothered about this film. In retrospect, it was probably a good deal of energy wasted, or at least misdirected. I tend to forget that useless dreck like The Imitation Game is pimped on every streetcorner around Oscar season by an industry that considers movies as product, not art. Most of the time, that product is slathered in Adam Sandler, and it…