The Vikings were bad men. At least, that is the common 21st-century view. However, despite their ferocity and warrior acumen, they were not the fearless fighters modern humans believe. There were things, shadowy things, hungry things, things that pierced the Norsemen's hearts with fear. The things were called "spirits in the mist" and they stole into villages at night, murdering the innocents and eating their corpses. Such is the premise of The 13th Warrior.
A loose adaptation of Michael Crichton's novel Eaters of the Dead, the movie stars Antonio Banderas as Ibn Fahdlan, an Arab poet who covets his neighbor's wife. Unfortunately, the neighbor has friends in high places, and Fahdlan is expelled from Baghdad on an emissary's trek to the Northlands. En route, Fahdlan falls in with a Viking clan to escape marauding Turks.
So far, so good, but the Northmen--as Fahdlan calls the Vikes--are summoned to help a fellow clan. Their shaman claims that 12 Northmen (one for each month of the year) and one foreigner must go on the journey to aid the brother Vikings. All eyes turn to Banderas. A couple of scenes and two longboats later, Fahdlan finds himself one of a baker's dozen warriors on a mission to save fellow Vikings who are being ravaged by vicious animalistic creatures. Let the slashing begin.
Tough, believable and warm




