Benedikt Erlingsson's loosely connected series of black comedy horse vignettes is a strange sort of creature. Visually striking and certainly contains quite a few striking visual talking points, but the central thrust of the narrative is rather trampled over by the other mini narratives which beyond adding a dash of grim slapstick don't contribute much. Nice to see those beautiful landscapes, the lovely horses running through the fields, those fine jumpers and the great Ingvar Eggert Sigurðsson in a central role but it doesn't function as well as Benedikt's equally beautiful Women at War from a few years after.
Review of Of Horses and Men
