Summary: Revenge films are among the most basic and often among the most satisfying genres in all of moviedom. It doesn't take long to set up a situation where we find an emotionally devastated protagonist (usually the relative of someone who has been slain, or at the very least kidnapped), give him the tools to enact his justice on the perpetrators, and then simply sit back and watch the chips (and broken bones) fall into place.
Conclusion: They sure as hell don’t make them like they used to. The Horseman is a balls to the wall little thriller that makes no apologies and takes no prisoners. Some viewers will be shocked, mortified, and disturbed by the end of the film. I don’t think that is the intention of the film, but let’s just say that after you finish watching the film you’ll never look at a football air pump the same way ever again.
Excerpt: Christian (Peter Marshall), a father driven to revenge over the death of his daughter during an adult film shoot, is interrogating Finn (Jack Henry), the producer of the porn. Christian, hardly a fitting name, drops Finn’s pants after tying him to a chair. He walks over to his tool box of torture toys, grabs a pair of pliers, and glances at Flinn’s groin with obvious evil intentions.