"Our parents' war is about to become ours" hit pretty hard 9 years into the Global War on Terror, and still leaves a mark today. In fact, most of the movie aged pretty well, aside from some egregious instances of Dreamworks Face and America Ferrera's stilted voice acting.

As a parent, the rote father/son conflict didn't do much for me, except for a poignant throwaway joke where the tough Viking dad is overjoyed his puny son is supposedly a dragon killer because now they'll have a common interest to talk about.

I didn't care if anyone survived, and I wasn't cheering for anyone to get mauled either, which is not a good sign.

This is a deeply stupid movie, but also has some genuinely great imagery and a couple gnarly deaths. Somehow lives up to and downplays its reputation simultaneously while still having the ability to surprise. Perhaps it's a sign of how times change that the more subversive theme isn't that tv commercials will turn your kid's head to mush, but that the horrors are all taking place in Reagan's small company town USA (fictional Santa Mira, and "Morning in America" filming location Petaluma, are coincidentally both in Northern California).