Armed only with a bow and arrow, a fur-swaddled Dane (Rasmus Bjerg) stalks wild animals in a forest. It’s challenging terrain and the statuesque Scandinavian figure sinks to the ground with relief when he spots a clue to a potential source of food (a discarded ice-cream wrapper). Before you can say Odin Schmodin, Martin (Rasmus Bjerg), is in a petrol station, stacking up on crisps and beer.
Martin’s what you might call a flexi-Viking. Thomas Daneskov’s wry bromance (which would work nicely in a double-bill with Robert Eggers’ The Northman) is about angst, hands-on violence and the danger of buying into simplistic ideologies. Bored and troubled Martin, a fortysomething white-collar worker, has snuck off to Norway. He embraces blather about hardy males needing to stick together, bonding instantly with a wounded Dane, Musa (Zaki Youssef), who we know is a drug dealer, but who Martin assumes is a glamorous renegade.
