Director: Daniel Minahan
Cast: Daisy Edgar-Jones (Muriel), Jacob Elordi (Julius), Will Poulter (Lee), Diego Calva (Henry)
My Rating: 6.7/10
On Swift Horses is a sumptuously filmed, mid-century drama that benefits immensely from the magnetic presence of Jacob Elordi, where the film captures the aching longing of the era beautifully, but its split narrative often leaves the emotional stakes feeling fractured rather than fully realized.
The “Period Queer” genre has become increasingly crowded in recent years, and it now takes something truly special to stand out, and while On Swift Horses is undeniably a great looking film, it occasionally relies a bit too heavily on the striking presence of its leads to carry the weight of a somewhat thin script.
The story splits its focus between Muriel (Daisy Edgar-Jones), a newlywed in Kansas struggling with domestic expectations, and her brother-in-law Julius (Jacob Elordi), a Korean War veteran who heads to Las Vegas to work as a casino card sharp.
While Muriel finds herself drawn into the world of horse racing and unexpected female companionship, Julius embarks on a high-stakes, dangerous romance with Henry (Diego Calva).
The ambition of the dual narrative is clear, but Julius’s storyline - set against neon-soaked casinos and dusty desert landscapes - is the more compelling of the two, where his scenes with Calva carry a sweaty, desperate energy.
By contrast, each return to Muriel’s quieter domestic struggles slows the momentum.
Jacob Elordi continues moving away from his “pretty boy” image and leans fully into a grittier, haunted archetype, and as Julius, he delivers a quiet, simmering performance, where his on screen chemistry with Diego Calva is incredibly strong.
Daisy Edgar-Jones is equally talented, but her character feels slightly underwritten, as Muriel spends much of the film gazing wistfully out of windows or toward racetracks.
The metaphor of her emotional “gambling” paralleling Julius’s literal betting is clear, though at times it feels heavy-handed.
Visually, the film is stunning, with high-contrast lighting and saturated desert hues give Las Vegas a dreamlike quality, while grain and warm filters lend the film the texture of an old Polaroid.
This polished aesthetic acts as a subtle commentary on the façades the characters must maintain, but I felt the beauty occasionally overwhelms the grit of the story underneath.
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