Kill the Jockey review – a mercurial, skittish crime drama whose hero is a drug-fuelled rogue

When the rider leaves the track, it is the cue for the tale to follow suit, because Ortega’s film is only a high-stakes sports thriller on the surface and recognises that genre labels are just costumes to be tried on, then discarded. Now Remo has busted out of the hospital to embark on a meandering, sad-eyed odyssey around Buenos Aires. He has changed his name to Dolores, swapped his jockey ensemble for a lady’s fur coat and a turban of white bandages, and conceivably switched his gender pronouns, too.