One thing I loved about Northman (2022)…
… was how it semi-subverted the classic revenge story and emphasized what a horrific thing revenge is.
More than any other genre, Robert Eggers’ films are rooted in horror. And in this most ambitious of his films, The Northman conveys that horror from both sides of the story. On the one hand, you have the horror which Amleth experiences. His whole life is ripped apart as a boy. He witnesses his father’s murder by his uncle, he glimpses his mother being carried off, his home looted, and those loyal to his father being killed. He then spends his adult years in exile, living as a berserker and raider, until the gods remind him of his need to seek revenge. As the story goes on, his quest becomes a curse, to the point that he could easily escape with Olga and live his life, but he’s compelled to return and throw his life away in the name of taking revenge.
But meanwhile, there is also a lot of focus on Fjolnir, the treacherous uncle, and Gudrun, his wife and former sister-in-law. If we can trust their accounts, Amleth’s father was an abusive spouse who forced himself upon Gudrun. She finds salvation in Fjolnir, who frees her from a husband she hates and a son she was forced to bear. Then, years and years later, they’ve built a humble but peaceful life in Iceland, free to live together and start their own family. And one day, their lives descend into horror once again, and their lives are destroyed by a spectre from their past. Amleth is almost like a horror monster from their POV: the son of the man who blighted their lives, he goes on to kill their sons, burn their home, and kill them one by one.
Not in any rendition of Shakespeare’s Hamlet have I ever come across such an effective portrayal of the destructive cycle of revenge.

