Ragnarok

Mikkel Brænne Sandemose’s sophomore feature-length movie follows on the tail of his bad luck debut of the entirely unnecessary slasher sequel, Cold Prey III. But his new adventure serial/creature feature, Ragnarok, is a not as much a giant step forward showcasing the director’s narrative capability and dazzling visual panache as it is a leap of mythological magnitude: It turns out Sandemose, having been given a second chance, demonstrates he could be the next in line for the Hollywood Big League potential of a Gareth Edwards or Neill Blomkamp.
Following the threat of his research grant being cut, archaeologist Sigurd Svendsen (Hagen) decides (perhaps a bit hastily) to kill two birds with one ancient stone of prophesy by bringing his morose tween daughter (Maria Annette Tanderød Berglyd) and precocious moppet son (Julian Rasmussen Podolski) along with him to Finland as he follows up independently searching for a lost Viking artifact cache after his buddy/colleague uncovers a crucial cipher. Fellow archaeologist/obvious mommy surrogate Elisabeth (Sofia Helin) and wilderness guide/obvious treacherous mercenary Leif (Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters’s Bjørn Sundquist) accompany them to spectacular caves nestled within breathtaking vistas of emerald mountains, and crisp woodlands so beautifully shot, one can practically smell the earthy perfume of decomposing leaves on the forest floor. Sandemose would be wise to foster a continued relationship with cinematographer Daniel Voldheim, a lenser whose work here could begin a stampede of tourism to these remote Scandinavian locations.