I recently finished watching The Witcher on Netflix, and because of the gaping void the absence of this show has left in my life, I had to figure out which show to begin next. I’ve heard good things about Vikings, and so I decided to give it a try and watch a few episodes.
This choice should come as no surprise to anyone seeing as I have professed my love for medieval men several times in different posts.
As the name suggests, “This gritty drama charts the exploits of Viking hero Ragnar Lothbrok as he extends the Norse reach by challenging an unfit leader who lacks vision,” says Netflix’s summation of the series. Created by Michael Hirst, Vikings stars Travis Fimmel as Ragnar, Katheryn Winnick as his wife, Lagertha, Alexander Ludwig as his son, Bjorn, and Clive Standen as his brother, Rollo.
I will mention that I’m only about halfway through the first season, but I can say with complete certainty that this series is a masterpiece. Everything about it has impressed me thus far, from its characters to the visual effects to its seemingly accurate historical depictions.
The show “is inspired by the sagas of Viking Ragnar Lothbrok, one of the best-known legendary Norse heroes and notorious as the scourge of England and France. The show portrays Ragnar as a farmer who rises to fame by successful raids into England, and eventually becomes a Scandinavian King, with the support of his family and fellow warriors. In the later seasons, the series follows the fortunes of his sons and their adventures in England, Scandinavia and the Mediterranean,” says the series’ Wikipedia page.
Prior to beginning this series, I didn’t know shit about vikings. My knowledge has broadened a wee bit in the short time I’ve been watching this show, but so far it is fantastic, and I’m looking forward to seeing where the plot takes the characters to.
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