Valhalla Rising was the kind of movie I watched in the days before Mr. HG and the Bluebell. It was dark, strange, extremely northern, and kinda gross. Mads Mikkelsen was–again–strangely compelling as One Eye, and he never spoke one word. Mr. HG was not a fan of the film, but he says he didn’t hate it, and he sat through the whole thing without laughing or complaining. I was expecting more Ragnarök than a character study, but it was good.
There were a lot of silent shots and extremely graphic violence, and I’m still unsure if I am underthinking the movie, or if I’m “getting” it. But the cinematography is amazing. Shot in Scotland, the landscape made me cold and numb. The environment is as much a character as One Eye or the Boy. There were some shots of lush ferns that made me want to sink into them.
I’m going to receive the Pusher trilogy from Netflix in a few days, and I’ll let you know how I like it. I’m not sure I can get MR. HG to watch it with me though. I think he’s had enough of Nicolas Winding Refn.