One Potato Review

Is this the sort of fable they tell in Iceland? Where chickens start acting like the ladies who farm them – too fussy, too clever, too soft – and then everyone commits themselves to a little yoga, some free weights, until the chickens remember what it is to be birds – flying and laying eggs – and the ladies learn how to climb mountains, and get out more? What does this tell us? About ourselves? Probably nothing. But those Icelanders sure know how to have a good time.