Critic Reviews

Craig Lahiff’s feisty genre outing is a neat surprise.

Packs enough pace, suspense and quality thesping to overcome some minor plot wobbles.

A confident and exciting genre film, and that's certainly not nothing, but it has a slight impersonality that marks it as either a calling card or a work for hire.

There are a few too many twists on this highway.

Driven by Paul Grabowsky’s deceptively jaunty score, Swerve is ably performed and tightly paced... But it doesn’t stick the landing.

The film strains credulity as it hurtles toward its conclusion.

The photogenic cast's looks far exceed their featureless performances, and any mood of sunshiny malevolence is undercut by too many studied directorial compositions.

The fatalities and clichés escalate, as the wife plays the femme fatale, and the men run circles around one another amid the dust, blood and some tonally off, ill-conceived cutesiness.

As it zigs and zags, its plot unravels rather than tightens, and its curveball of an ending is bound to leave audiences feeling as double-crossed as some of the characters.

For the most part, the most shocking thing about Swerve is how utterly straightforward it is.