It’s All Gone Pete Tong

Or, rather, it would be, if Frankie Wilde were a real person. Not that the film suffers any from it being a complete work of fiction. The beautiful Ibiza setting and infectious beats give the film a manic energy which is nearly impossible to resist, even if, like me, you find club music to be rather monotonous. Unable to spin records or produce his albums when he loses his hearing, Frankie loses everything that matters in his life in quick succession: his career, his wife and child, and eventually his sanity. After consuming enough drugs and alcohol to give an elephant a coronary, Frankie picks himself back up and learns how to become a DJ again by feeling the beats through his feet. Seriously, it sounds preposterous, and perhaps it is impossible in real life, but somehow it makes sense here.

Frankie’s downward spiral is the dream part for any actor, and Kaye, who looks like Gary Oldman’s younger brother, turns in an audacious performance that in a just world would make him a star Director Michael Dowse, who mined similar territory with his 2002 musical mockumentary “FUBAR,” deftly moves the action along with a minimum of wasted moments.

It’s a shame this will likely become another little indie movie from a little indie distributor that gets overlooked in the blinding marketing lights of this week’s blockbuster. “It’s All Gone Pete Tong“ is a triumph that deserves to be seen.

Rating: A
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