“On Swift Horses” stumbles a little bit on its way around what feels like an extremely rushed final lap, but this is still a winner.

A film that will linger with you long afterward, but you’ll probably never want to watch it again. 

Tsang has made a small, affecting, and studiously minimalist film.

What should be a tight 93-minute runtime feels overlong and overwhelmed by clumsy writing.

One is hard-pressed to understand why grown-up thrillers like this one don’t get bigger pushes.

It’s a fine film, albeit one that nearly loses its credibility due to an unfortunate instance of undisclosed bias.

Darkly humorous, sometimes lacerating, but not at all chilly.