When the Road Bends: Tales of a Gypsy Caravan

I was thrilled and transported by it. It's a two-hour movie, and I'm only sorry it isn't two or three times as long.

An irresistibly vibrant concert-tour documentary.

More than a vibrant experiment in ethnomusical cross-pollination, it's just great fun.

Sounds great and if nothing else should help diminish the stereotype, blasted by the film's subjects, of Gypsies as little more than pickpockets whom travelers need to be wary of.

Viewers are urged to grab an aisle seat, the better to dance when the music moves them -- as it surely will.

As is, it's worth seeing, but you may get frustrated at the way Dellal raises provocative questions about ancestry and prejudice, only to lose them in the shuffle of so many mini-portraits of musicians, getting to know each other and each other's foreign yet familiar musical language, on a long 16-city tour.

The film is a bore.