By Antonio Valenzuela
By Alan Scherstuhl
By Alan Scherstuhl
By Stephanie Zacharek
By Michael Atkinson
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By Kevin Dilmore
By Amy Nicholson
Insofar as filmmaker Tony Gatlif's justly admired "gypsy trilogy" is an exploration of his roots and a search for his nature--he was born in Algeria to gypsy parents of Spanish origin but was later polished at Paris's L'Ecole des Beaux Arts--it comprises one of the most passionate and telling self-examinations in recent literature or film. For those devoted to Gatlif's Les Princes (1982), which looked at the deprivations of gypsy life in a dank French suburb, and Latcho Drom (1993), a vivid song of joy celebrating Romany culture, Gadjo Dilo will likely be the dark, sweet dregs of the bottle.
It is winter now, in stark, post-Ceausescu Romania. A wild-haired young Frenchman, Stephane (Romain Duris), wanders the icy roads in torn shoes, searching for a gypsy singer called Nora Luca. Nora's, we learn, was the voice that so moved Stephane's father, who died mysteriously in Syria, that the boy believes finding her will help him find himself.
Instead he stumbles into a prickly gypsy patriarch named Izidor (Isidor Serban), who drowns Stephane in vodka and makes him a surrogate son because his own son is in jail. An earth-force called Sabina (Rona Hartner) shows him the difference between slumming among the tribes and living the life.
What Stephane undergoes, then, is an emotional transformation from tourist to member. Not only does his French give way to Romany, but his heart changes. Along the way, Gatlif once more salts his work with raw humor and dark tragedy while providing a wealth of local color--from the bawdy insults that signal affection among the "Roms," to the wedding-day manners of a father whose wrists and fingers are encrusted in a pound of gold, to the racist stereotyping that has plagued the gypsies for centuries. With anger, irony and fear all mingled, the gypsy villagers initially assail Stephane with the same insults they've long suffered. Thief! Bum! Murderer! Crazy alien (Gadjo dilo)!
In short, Stephane--the outsider, the other--is not just Gatlif, he is us. With his school-learned skills, the Frenchman can splice into an electric line and light up a dirt-floor hut or literally reinvent the phonograph using a sewing needle and a cone of newspaper. He can also capture every bar of his new friends' haunting music on tape. But it is not until he learns to spit like Sabina, to think like the old anarchist Izidor, to love like a wanderer, that he discovers--oh, yes--the gypsy in his soul.
In someone else's hands, in some other movie, Stephane's metamorphosis might be stale or hackneyed. But Gatlif's eye is still sharp, his head-on, no-nonsense, unromanticized approach to his story as fresh as ever. It's likely that Latcho Drom, with its emphasis on music and its wildly exuberant slice of gypsy life, will remain the most popular chapter of the trilogy, at least in America. But here's an unstinting cheer for part three, Gadjo Dilo, for its darkness, its spiky wit and its love of life. Inundated by the Romany spell, Stephane happily dives under the waves. So might we all.
Written and directed by Tony Gatlif. Starring Romain Duris, Isidor Serban and Rona Hartner.
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