The beauty of Swingers lies in the irony of its title: Despite their lounge-lizard posing, these guys will never really live up to their Rat Pack dreams.

Like a Les Brown tune, a really dry martini and a hug from a good buddy, Swingers makes you feel warm all over, baby.

Has such perfect pitch in small matters that, as it builds, it proves no less capable in tackling bigger issues--and what begin as chuckles become deep belly laughs.

Despite some rough edges and language, this is at heart a beguiling fantasy of comradeship.

Suspicious and hilariously self-absorbed, Favreau's every bit as comfortable in California as Charles Grodin's "Heartbreak Kid" was in Miami. [18 October 1996, p. C3]

Swingers has something genuinely rare: a fine script and realistic characters.

Director Doug Liman has an impressive eye for detail and an even better ear for dialogue, producing a perceptive and delightfully funny take on the buddy movie.

Confident of its emotional effects, Swingers knows how to breathe life into its people, and hooking audiences is its reward.

Hilarious.

Engaging, refreshingly human in its humor and becomingly modest in its aspirations, this hip look at being out of it announces some promising new talent and will play well with young audiences looking for comfortable entertainment that doesn't feel manufactured.

Actor-screenwriter Favreau and director Liman demonstrate with Swingers that they're definitely "money."

It's no masterpiece, but it's real.

Uneven, amateurish and borderline misogynistic. But it's also very funny, and it never loses its cool.

The movie is sweet, funny, observant and goofy with a small ``g,'' which means you don't get paid, but at least you don't have to wear the suit.