A deceptively straightforward film with enough grooves and riffs to charm even the most tone-deaf viewer . . . Gatlif's film has a brisk energy and bracing passion

Gatlif might have done more of a service to the Manouche by focusing on their songs, their lifestyle and their history than by overlaying the love story of Max and Swing.

This hotchpotch of coming-of-age comedy-drama and gypsy culture is not trite and tacky because the director Tony Gatlif - Gypsy himself - has a rare gift for transferring in a movie magic most banal of situations whilst conveying his passion for the gypsy way-of-life. Do not expect anything profound in Swing - it is one of the simplest and most honestly directed movies with beautifully composed scenes... Max (Oscar Copp) is first seen timidly venturing into the gypsy neighbourhood of a small Alsace town, intent on buying a guitar. He's staying with his grandmother for the summer, and has fallen for the exuberant jazz played by French gypsies since the 30s, when it was made famous by the guitarist Django Reinhardt. He meets a gypsy girl named Swing (Lou Rech) and falls in love, while taking guitar lessons from her uncle (Tchavolo Schmitt). Director Tony Gatlif has devoted his career portraying the hardship of the European Gypsies and in this film you will find some parts with documentary feel - including one where gypsy musicians work out a synthesis of their own music with Arab and Yiddish styles... "Because your heart hasn't burned with love, because you've never been love's slave, your heart hasn't experienced the secrets of love... You will never know the secrets of the hereafter, you will never know the uniqueness of being one!" If in your heart there is a soft spot for unspoiled music this film will be your choice! The balance of Gatlif's pictures with sounds was perfectly composed in the innocent romance between Max and Swing, played out in her family's caravan, on the industrial fringes of the town, and in the forests outside.