One of my embarrassing favorites is The Vikings, a Kirk Douglas picture from 1958, directed by Richard Fleischer. Fleischer had done 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea a couple of years before, with Douglas and James Mason, for Disney. 20,000 Leagues still gives me nightmares, that giant squid. The Vikings sticks to my ribs for different reasons.
Clearly,
a lot of it is bogus. The wife accused
of adultery, with her pigtails pinned to the wood stocks, and her husband
throwing the axe. The guy loses his
nerve, and Kirk steps in. (We know, and
so does everybody else, that Kirk himself has been schtupping her.) But he saves her bacon. Then there’s the stuff that you figure was
probably made up, but rings true. Kirk,
again, dancing on the oars as the long boats make their way up the fjord. The story Dick Fleischer tells is that the
stunt guys started walking the oars, and
So, when The Vikings comes on TV, the TV Guide listing calls it “Incredible, but rousing, Norse mayhem.” I could cotton to that description. Borgnine is worth the price of admission. He’s about to be pushed into a pit of wolves. He turns to Tony Curtis and asks for a sword. Curtis gives him one, and Borgnine jumps into the pit, calling, “ODIN!” Is this remotely genuine? Who cares? The immediate result is that Curtis then gets his hand cut off. Fair is fair.
I thought I’d give Vikings a shot. It’s supposed to be significantly more authentic. The hair is certainly scary. But it’s all mayhem, all the time. I admit, when Ragnar takes Gabe Byrne down (spoiler alert, but you knew it was coming), it was thoroughly satisfying, but these people are portrayed, essentially, as brute psychopaths.
Excuse me. These are the guys who sailed out
into the cold, dark Atlantic and discovered
Of the
half-dozen books on history my grandfather wrote, two are still in print, and
still taught in courses on the Middle Ages.
The Renaissance of the 12th
Century is the better-known, but The
Normans in European History runs a close second. His thesis is that the Norsemen, who began as
ravaging predators, turned into settlers, and governors.
The longest-lasting and most influential Norman adventure is of course the Conquest, in 1066, the defeat of the Saxon king Harold by the bastard duke William of Normandy.
There’s
a straight line, leading to the Bayeux Tapestry and the Domesday Book. A legacy of those sea-raiders in their long
boats, with their devotion to the Norse gods of war. Their striving, their fury in battle, their thirst
for spoils, their fierce clan loyalties, and at the last, their hunger for
Incredible, yes, but rousing.
