One Potato Review

Operatic. The line readings here are often as unpredictable as the potatoes – spilling impulsively off of their shelves at the county fair for a late night ride at the amusement park – as though their creators had only the vaguest of notions on how to proceed within the outlines, which also include a megalomaniacal crosstown chef named Hackemup whom none of the other vegetables – complacent cabbages, terrified turnips – apparently have it in them to overthrow. The end looks a little shocking, and then it doesn’t. An ode to the underrated. We always knew they had it in them.