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Vikings teases a big death, but shows a few promising signs of life



Kris Holden Ried as Eyvind, Gustaf Skardsgård as Floki
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"The Lost Moment" begins right where "A New God" left us, with the self-anointed god Ivar ranting about his divinity and promising his people (and fellow gods) a sacrifice. The tease was that it would be Hvitserk, ever sulking and drunkenly puncturing his younger brother's pretensions toward godhood (and impossible fatherhood). Ivar gave his brother the scary Ivar smile, and Hvitserk was nowhere to be seen when the hooded figure of Ivar's intended victim was paraded in chains in front of his terrified people.

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It's not Hvitserk, as it turns out , but a blonde woman who sort of but not really looks like Lagertha that Ivar tries to pass off as "the witch" who killed his mother. Hvitserk is safe to grumble from afar, where he is comforted by a new love interest to replace the mercifully at-peace Margrethe as he wonders, in post-coital reverence, what the gods have in store for him. As with everything that happens under the rule of an amoral, truth-averse, hair-trigger impulsive leader, the intended majesty of Ivar's grand gesture is undermined by poor planning and the mistaken belief in his own infallibility. Sure, it's dark, and there are not high-definition cameras in the ninth century, but Ivar is left essentially shouting "fake news" when one of Lagertha's shield maids loudly denounces the sacrifice as a sham while being manhandled out of earshot by Ivar's men . Later we see how invariable Ivar's ruse has been when a trio of rebellious conspirators are brought before him, one of them spitting Ivar's untrustworthy sacrifice of mercy back in the supposed god's face. "The Lost Moment," right until it's gory final moment, is an effective frightening portrait of a society in the hands of a madman whose only recourse is to braze out every half-believed grandiosity emerging from his bottomless well of need and lunacy. 1

9659006] Gustaf Skarsgård as Floki
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If the rest of "The Lost Moment" can not match the least-compelling spectacle of Kattegat's descent into chaos, the episode does pepper its various, consistently underwhelming storylines with moments recalling what the show has done so well in the past. Floki's cultural dead-end finally turns a corner by turning perpetually scheming and glowering Eyvind and his deeply uninteresting clan out into the freezing rain. Apart from a welcome good riddance to a miserable malcontent whose petty machinations sapped the "Land of Gods" storyline from the start, Eyvind's expulsion (accompanied by a box of the settlement's meager inhabitants) is accompanied by some of the finest and most compelling floki moments we've had in ages.

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Missing the conclusion of "A New God," the Juliet of the settlement's internal cine hostility still can not be found, leading to the understandable, furious suspicions of Eyvind's son, Helgi. (The wan, excitable Romeo.) With Helgi's mother hinting that Thorunn had told her about her intention to kill herself and / or the child, Helgi rages in disbelief-while Floki is visited by Thorunn as he sits meditatively by a lonely fire in the pouring rain. Thorunn placidly tells Floki the tale of how she was lured to a waterfall by Helgi's disapproving brother, murdered with a rock, and buried in a shallow grave. Floki quietly asks her questions along the way, until she turns and we see what Floki has been seeing all the while-the ragged hole where the side of the poor girl's head has been caved in.

Floki the mystic, the seer of visions, the single-minded conduit to the gods-we'd lost him for a long time. His pilgrimage to what his last great vision assured him was the gods' commandment to create a pure Norse society in this barren wasteland has seen the character rendered ineffectual and vague as his ill-defined plans crumble around him. But here, Vikings taps back into the queasy glory that is Floki's fanaticism, as his stillness in the face of what he recognizes as the gods' message about Thorunn's murder floods Gustaf Skarsgård's face with glimmers of old certainty, and horror. The gods have spoken to Floki again, and Vikings is the better for it.

That Floki is right in his surmise about Thorunn's fate (even the location of this grave) walks the line Vikings has always walked between loan credence to the supernatural and not. The show is weakened when that balance swings unequivocally into the former (as when Ragnar's dying imprecation is heard, verbatim, across the sea by his sons), but here, I'll allow it. The settlement is small, the waterfall is a central feature, Eyvind's family is a bunch of sneering snakes, and Floki has certainly done enough watchful ruminating during his time among his followers that a little exceptional insight remains at least plausible. Men det er i Skarsgårds reclamation of Floki's otherworldly glint and glimmer that the episode is most heartening. Facing down the infuriated and cornered Eyvind once the banishment has been pronounced, Floki tells the murderous man, "You can not kill me, Eyvind, no matter how hard you try." Eyvind, the blade of his ax at the unreisting Floki's neck

Alexander Ludwig as Bjorn, Jordan Patrick Smith as Ubbe, Georgia Hirst as Torvi

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Back in Wessex , things are rockier. (Metaphorically-Floki land is all hard, black volcanic stone.) The big storylines there-Harald's invasion, Aethelred's plot against his brother the king, Magnus's need to be accepted as a son of Ragnar, the limp romance of Lagertha and Heahmund -All trudge on without much variation. Harald still has food for Lagertha over the death of Astrid, while he puts the moves on the strapping wife of new ally Jarl Olafsson. Lagertha visits Heahmund in his suitably brooding and shadowy bedchamber, where the sinful Bishop growls to her, "I would go to hell for you, Lagertha." Alfred asks (under pain of death) for his Norse allies to reaffirm their promise to help him repel their countrymen-and asks newly-Christian Ubbe for some fighting lessons. And Magnus' single-minded obsessions-to be embraced by his supposed Viking family and to swear them into betraying. Alfred-run up against a split-vote from the Lothbrok clan.

Ferdia Walsh-Peelo as Alfred
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I have not been shy about expressing that the Wessex intrigues are a major dramatic miscalculation from creator Michael Hirst. None of the new characters there are strong enough to carry their side of the story (even once-interesting Judith has receded into stock manipulator), and, what's more damaging, the series continues to underestimate how damaging it is to Vikings 'raison d'etre that the show is increasingly being told from an outside point of view. There are a few baby steps forward this week. For one thing, Alfred gets a battle-ready haircut, chopping off his flowing locks in favor of a short cut and mustache-sideburns-soap match combo that makes the pale king look like a more engaging cross between a young Jemaine Clement and Oberyn Martell. Plus, his martial lessons from the willing Ubbe consist of him, wide-eyed, dodging axes thrown at his head, which is pretty entertaining.

Alexander Ludwig, Katheryn Winnick
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But The biggest conflicts in Wessex this week both fizzle. It turns out Athered was indeed, plotting to overthrow Alfred on behalf of a cabal of nobles and clergy, just as Heahmund suspected. But their "lock everyone in a room and staff" plan comes to nothing when, essentially, Aethelred chickens out, one pre-meeting hug and "I love you, brother" from Alfred apparently all it takes to reassert his loyalty. Plus, it must be said that Darren Cahill's Aethelred is not the strongest character or performance, Cahill signaling Aethelred's tormented conscience through an unending series of facial tics and clenched jaws.

More interesting should be the Lothbrok clan's warring loyalties with Harald approaching and Alfred's noncommittal references to the countries they are supposedly due to receive ample ammunition for conflict. Throwing the match of Magnus' overeager provocations does not help, unfortunately, as we are left with Ubbe, Lagertha, and Bjorn squabbling as to whether Magnus is telling the truth about his parentage. To be fair, there's some question-both Ubbe and Lagertha make mention of the "Kwenthrith peeing on Ragnar's wounds" languages ​​as the only intimate encounter we ever saw between the two. Men det skal ikke være det crux of the conflict here. If Bjorn chooses to believe Magnus and Ubbe and Lagertha do not (Torvi is left wordlessly unremarked in the background), we're left wondering yet another poor dramatic choice that only serves to enervate characters already weakened after Ragnar's death.


Stray observations

  • And that's a series wrap on John Kavanagh's Kattegat oracle and storytelling crutch, the Seer. Als de dispenser of voorspellingen voorspelbaar vage en toch invariably op de neus is, heeft de Seer functioned als Hirst's foreshadowing machine, een occasionele prod aan storylines die beter beter waren om te ontwikkelen van visies die smacked minder van goddelijk inzicht dan auteurscontrivance. Here-refusing to go along with the "Ivar the god" message in favor of predictions of "filth," "garbage," traitorous eyes, and "a snake circled in your skull" -The Seer is dispatched with the gory, gratuitous shock or Ivar's ax-blow to the face. For a character that served to make mushy a milieu that thrived on specificity, it's not an exit I'll beep about, even if his parting visions (including one to Hvitserk about a price he will find too great to pay, and flashes of a body on fire).
  • Alexander Ludwig's Bjorn continues to recall his illustrious father, at least in flashes. Here, he answers Alfred's searching glance with an annoyed "What?" Worthy of Ragnar.
  • Archly villainous Ivar remains the best Ivar, here mocking the doomed conspirators with the mocking singing song, "Hatred must never take the place of love."
  • It's a constant irritation that how Katheryn Winnick's Lagertha continues to be sidelined as a passive, Heahmund-humping also-ran in what should, by all rights, be her series at this point. If Lagertha is working a long game, she needs to jump it soon, or the damage to her character may be irrecoverable.
  • See you the day after Christmas for "Hell."

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