Okay, I loved a lot of how The Northman looked, I loved a lot of how it felt, but the story just doesn't satisfy.

I *love* the idea of Amleth being this unchanging character, so completely set on his vengeance that he fucks over his entire life and everyone connected to him... but then the movie tells us again and again that naw, he's perfectly in the right, Valhalla awaits him, Olga loves him, and eh he didn't need his mother and halfbrother anyway. Fjolnir and his henchmen are always purely villainous, and his mother and halfbrother are trying to kill him, so he never has to truly regret murdering anyone.

At NO point does he go, "I am burdened with glorious purpose and though I would it were not so, this is my wyrd and I must see this thing done."

There's like 2-3 minutes of doubt maybe which gets obliterated quickly so he can get back to yelling and running around without pants. *Nobody* around him changes either. There's also no real sense that he's kinda lost himself in beserking and raiding, and needs to actually follow his wyrd to truly be satisfied, so all the time he's in Russia and talking to Bjork doesn't really further the plot aside from setting up how he can get to Iceland.

Everyone goes from point A to point B to point C without D really complicating anything. We're given all the trappings of a tragedy and then it's presented as a documentary.