A review of “It's All Gone Pete Tong” by Jeanne Aufmuth


Stars: ** 1/2

Rating: R for excessive profanity and drug use

Run Time: 1 hour, 28 minutes



 Celebrity DJs have long plied their trade in Ibiza, Spain, a mecca of decadence for dance music fans and serial partiers. Hip spinmaster Frankie Wilde (Paul Kaye) earned his notoriety the traditional way – with sex, drugs, women and rock and roll. But his most original move was his last; Frankie disappeared.

This tragicomic biopic charts the strange rise and fall of the fictional Wilde who was at the top of his game for eleven long years.  He controlled his crowds both musically and physically and was the envy of the coolest cats in the business.

Unfortunately Frankie’s love affair with the bottle and a bottomless supply of chemical substances doesn’t help dull the pain when he begins to lose his hearing.

Battling his inner demons but determined to turns things around, Frankie hires a lip-reading instructor and attempts to put the pieces back together.  The goal is to rediscover the missing beat that rocked his soul and defined him as a husband, lover and father.  Not to mention a legend in his own time.

A relentless techno-beat pounds out the rhythms of this Christopher Guest-ish mockumentary that spoofs the club culture and our own culture’s general misconception of the disabled. The excessive hedonism of the first act drags the pacing down but it turns in on itself as Frankie morphs into a poster child for hip handicappers. 

In the nick of time Frankie finds salvation and the rave vibe finds its own rhythm and humor, charting the narrative to a catchy climax.