That's what my column's about, in case you couldn't tell.

This one time, my sister (who is hilarious and sometimes performs magic spells) asked my mom (who is exasperated and came from Norway) if she's sad that "they don't have Valhalla anymore." Because, you know, nowadays Norway is all bonkers about atheism, and so Norwegians just drift into a pragmatic and well-appointed silent oblivion after they die instead of going to a majestic golden hall in the sky with an eagle butler and a never-ending font of pickled herring. "Hhhhhhhhhh," sighed my mom, like she does. "That's like asking a Greek person if they worship Zeus."

Things develop from there. Read the whole review (including the part where I actually talk about the movie) HERE.