Icelandic humor. Could it become a thing? It seems possible in the wake of Of Horses of Men, a supremely droll movie that weaves together a collection of equine-related anecdotes. Like the human population of that northerly island, the horses of Iceland come out of a limited gene pool. They don’t look quite like other horses, with their short legs and jumpy gallop—a visual joke that director Benedikt Erlingsson uses for repeated effect. The opening section lets us know the kind of mortifying black humor we’re in for: A prideful trainer (Ingvar E. Sigurdsson), out for a public ride, must sit on the back of his immaculate mare while the animal is unexpectedly mounted by a randy local stallion. The latter has unexpectedly broken loose from its pen, much to the embarrassment of his owner (Charlotte Bøving)—though her reaction may be colored by the fact that she harbors some lusty feelings for the proud rider herself. In fact, she may be inspired to try something similar herself, a little later in the movie.