Skateboarding Reviews - Videos & DVDs

In the middle of the night, not long ago, one of my skateboards fell over making a huge crashing sound. This wasn't the slight sound of a board previously leaning against the wall that had slipped. It was the sound of my vintage 80 Gonz board falling from the top of my dresser to the hardwood floor below. My wife and I both sat upright in bed wondering what had happend. She was quick to point out that it sounded like a skateboard had fallen. I agreed, but was still in a sleepy stupor and couldn't rule out the possibility of a renegade missile destructing our nearby garage.

Regardless, this is the sort of thing that can happen and make someone (like my wife) want to kill in the night. There's some very obvious cause and effect. Unlike Stoked, a movie that lacks substantial cause and effect.

I've never made a film, become an alt-sports celebrity or killed anyone so perhaps my oppinion is a bit trite, however I'm pretty sure I'm right about this one. This is not a great film. Its about a great celebrity who rose to great fame during a great time in skateboarding, but it didn't do a great job as a documentary.

As a kid, when I broke a window I knew I'd eventually have to confess, but I'd stack up a whole bunch of notable accomplishments prior to mumbling, "...and I broke the livingroom window". This film is much like that. It outlines Gator's rise to fame and then at the end drops in a quick mention that he killed his girlfriend's pal. Um... ok. Good to know, but there are very few facts to demonstrate how or why this actually happened. Oppinions are given, but it lacked a good deal of depth.

In the middle of the night, not long ago, one of my fucking skateboards fell over making a huge crashing sound. This wasn't the slight sound of a board previously leaning against the wall that had slipped. It was the sound of my vintage 80 Gonz board falling from the top of my fucking dresser to the hardwood floor below. My wife and I both sat upright in bed wondering what the fuck had happend. She was quick to point out that it sounded like a skateboard had fallen. I agreed, but was still in a sleepy stupor and couldn't rule out the possibility of a renegade missile destructing our nearby garage.

Regardless, this is the sort of thing that can happen and make someone (like my wife) want to kill in the night. There's some very obvious cause and effect. Unlike Stoked, a movie that lacks substantial cause and effect.

I've never made a film, become an alt-sports celebrity or killed anyone so perhaps my oppinion is a bit trite, however I'm pretty sure I'm right about this one. This is not a great film. Its about a fucking great celebrity who rose to great fame during a great time in skateboarding, but it didn't do a great job as a documentary.

As a kid, when I broke a fucking window I knew I'd eventually have to confess, but I'd stack up a whole bunch of notable accomplishments prior to mumbling, "...and I broke the livingroom window". This film is much like that. It outlines Gator's rise to fame and then at the end drops in a quick mention that he killed his girlfriend's pal. Um... ok. Good to know, but there are very few facts to demonstrate how or why this actually happened. Oppinions are given, but it lacked a good deal of depth.