It's All Gone Pete Tong (2004)

I'll tell you why so serious

Excellent adaptation.

Better Late Then Never

The first must-see film of the year.

Love this movie and great acting!Looks good, hilarious subtle comedy, and you hate a character in the beginning that you end up loving at the end.Stupendous job.

It's All Gone Pete TongAny music that you need to be near-death in order to listen to cannot be that good for you.Mind you, it's not the mollies that are ailing the DJ in this dramedy, well not entirely.Informed by his doctor that he is slowly going deaf, cocksure DJ Frankie Wilde (Paul Kaye) refuses to listen to him, continuing to abuse drugs and carrying on with recording his new album.When he finally bottoms out, Frankie gets help from a lip-reading instructor (Beatriz Batarda) who shows him how to make music through the use of sight and touch.A darkly humored character study of an unlikeable jerk that also happens to be the quintessential EDM DJ movie, this Canadian-made Independent film strikes the perfect balance between goof- ball antics, deep-seated personal issues and a sick soundtrack.On the bright side, as a deaf artist you no longer have to listen criticism anymore.Green Lightvidiotreviews.blogspot.ca

No, it's not a 10/10 movie, but sometimes it's about the liking, not the rating.So what's with this movie? It's funny, it has a happy ending with a beautiful Portuguese women and a baby. And a guy who got the bling but ends poor and with a happy family. Would someone comment? A dj at Ibiza submerged in drugs and party has found what everybody is hoping for? I don't believe in love at Ibiza or similar summer places. It's just an illusion to go there for it (as most do), but still those holidays can't be forgotten. Now, the movie is not like a holiday, party adepts might be disappointed.I feel this movie gives hope. So it's a positive experience. Paul Kaye is credible and an captivating actor. He seems so at ease in this role.On the other side, I might be biased. Well, I am biased. For some reason, Beatriz Batarda it's just so, mmm... my type in this movie.And still like that Reflekt "Need To Feel Loved" song once in a while.By the way, the movie is usually posted somewhere on Youtube. Enjoy.

A visually-based comedy with Paul Kaye as an Ibiza DJ going through a crisis did not immediately stand out to me as an appealing prospect, I must say, and it's testament to Dowse that he could pull it off with such class, especially with it being his first major project. Kaye had become an increasingly dreary presence on UK TV, even hosting a particularly awful game-show on the BBC for a short time I seem to recall, just one of a sizeable host of incumbent, tired hacks on the British television scene, and as much he may well admit.It was interesting, then, to see him take on the role of a renowned DJ, a profession that can offer much by way of booty, but that is not traditionally credited as being one requiring much musical talent, perhaps unfairly. Though the film makes light fun of the DJs place in the music industry, (Kaye goes deaf from over-indulgence of all kinds, but somehow managed to climb his way back to the top of the scene) it also seeks out and finds a genuine place whereby a DJ can be as intuitive and soulful as any other kind of musician. Therein lies the success of It's All Gone Pete Tong, to be so convincingly two things at once, and for them to not collide in the least, as so often happens in comedies that attempt to convey some semblance of human understanding, or those which aspire to inspire us. Kaye was excellently endearing as Wilde, and just as often hilarious with all of his perfectly selected facial expressions and tone of delivery. He plays his first attempt to order a drink while deaf with comic perfection.The film satirises, to an extent, standard tragicomedy motifs, especially those dealing with a man's battle with himself (the excess scenes with the cocaine badger were particularly hilarious), and all at the same time, it is a film works in its own terms as a tragicomedy, and a moving tale of creativity and possibility. The life Frankie Wilde leads in the early parts of the film can seem crushing, and it can seem rapturous. It's all a cycle, until his life catches up with him, though not in the most clichéd and predictable way, but in that he actually starts to go deaf, and the only sense he owns which he can make sense of is lost to him.Of course, he learns to adapt his other senses to supplement the loss, but none of this is presented in the most melodramatic fashion, nor is it exploitative.At one point he goes to meet a woman who will instruct him how to read lips, and communicate intelligibly, and in that sense she teaches not to understand again, but for the first time. He meets her outside some pristine white building, in a quiet location on the island, a haven away from the deadening rush of people.The soundtrack is excellent and, as it is largely made up of non-clubbing songs, it serves a similar purpose to that of the sweet woman who serves as Frankie's guide and haven, and who will eventually become his girlfriend, in a very moving while at times confused relationship. She helps him up from his fall, to rise again to DJing success, but in satisfactory fashion he shuns his career as soon as he reaches the peak of it again, as he has been bestowed with a true gift, that of perspective.The natural setting is beautiful of course, but the cinematography is such as to find beauty in all the dirty pockets of Ibiza, and every aspect of Frankie's ostensibly pathetic life.I love this film, and I'm quite serious.