One Potato Review

Epic and charming. This is the sort of thing that does Gerstein does better than anyone: taking a legend and making it personal, picaresque, often ambiguous. Here the objects of our sympathy are the little girl who doesn’t know how to shut up, and the last surviving giant, besotted with the moon, and condemned by her indifference to an eternity of mournful slumber. He finds some consolation finally when the little girl sings him a lullaby, and her children, and their children to follow, learn to make music in the shadow of disappointment.