Right now, he’s just a 19-year-old Dominic Sessa with an idea for an idea, some big words he doesn’t fully understand, and a pair of nunchucks tucked away in his bellbottoms. Quoth Bourdain in the film’s opening title card: “I was — to be frank — a spoiled, miserable, narcissistic, self-destructive and thoughtless young lout, and badly in need of a good ass-kicking.” In “Tony,” which retains the sincere flavor of street meat despite being factory-processed within an inch of its life, he gets that ass-kicking hard and fast. Tony’s One Magical Summer begins with the delusional conviction that he’ll be awarded a writing grant for some bullshit he pitched about J.D. “Tony” struggles for an ending, but it doesn’t really need one; the real fun here lies in paving the way to parts unknown.