Rating: 
Summary: Watch this 2 or 3 times.
Review: As someone who was an insider in the 1980's pro skateboarding scene, I can tell you that this film is an accurate portrayal of just how it was back then. It's also an accurate representation of the ugly capitalists who preyed on skateboarding and this young man's image in particular for their own personal gain and then turned him into a joke in the eyes of his peers. Then in the end, they abandoned him. Gator is a very complex individual and I think this documentary does an awesome job of capturing the different facets of his personality. Despite his obvious rage and mental illness which eventually led to his murdering an innocent young woman, you couldn't help but like Gator. He wasn't all good or all bad. In this film, his recorded prison phone messages leave us with hope that his bipolar disorder is being treated and that God is now helping him with his life struggles. He sounds truly remorseful for his horrific crime. If he is ever released from prison, I hope he doesn't let us all down. And I pray for peace for the family of his victim.
Rating:
Summary: Damn,but i still want to shred
Review: First off i knew Gator had problems after seeing those Vision Street Wear commercials where he was dancing with that girl(which turned out to be his girlfriend). After watching Stoked it is hard to believe how skating can effect people so differently.When I watch anything on skating I try to relate it to my my relationship with skating. I wanted to create a timemachine and go back and just slap Gator and say just skate damnit. I know that skating is a in and out passion sort of like alot of things in life for people. Gator had alot of things screwing with his head, but i guess we all do. I must say i got alot out of his story, but just looking back on those times that meant so much to me is what i truely loved about Stoked. I want to thank Helen Steckler and others involved for taking the time to do this project. I guess the best thing about skateboarding is that words cannot describe what it means to those that stick with it!!!! SHRED TILL YOUR DEAD
Rating:
Summary: Mesmerizing
Review: First off, much sympathy to all those affected by a horrific crime. This documentary works well on many levels. It is a collage of the eighties; from early So Cal (film shows bleached out sun look - I love it!) punk do it yourself thing, to mid-eighties mainstream new wave, to the kinder, gentler Milli-Vanilli commercialism of the late eighties. By then, street skating hit verticle style like Nirvana to Poison... all the hype was deflated. It seemed that to make skating exciting (or marketable) enough to target the "masses," a lot of hype was added -- hype clothes, loud announcers, explosions, soundtracks, etc... (in contrast, some of the best footage on this disc is a 10 minute extra with a simple camera shooting Gator solo on a ramp, natural). At some point, hype can't expand much more -- at some point MC Hammer can't fit more dancers onstage. Then careers go down. And some pro-skaters said, "I'm 21, what do I do now?" Uhhh... bus tables? Make sandwiches at the deli, like other 21 year olds? Take some of your money and go back to school? Go with it! And some complained that corporations let the vert guys go: Didn't those corps make the skaters a lot of money? Taking them from nothing to 6 figures a year? Hard to feel too bad for these guys. And hard not to respect them... as they're tough, and created a lot of the game on their own... when they did it for free. Gator (I never heard of him before the film) seems complex. His story reminds me of Sid Vicious, or in a lighter vein, John Belushi... and all the figures who 1) Get away with a lot because of charm, charisma, and eventual fame and profitability 2) Take the image/joke seriously, while others maintain some objective distance. Add to this Gator's manic depression. (Typically a person's first manic episode kicks in around age 19, 20, 21). And combine this with his natural energy, physical strength, alcohol, and crumbling relationships, and *his* horrible decisions, and disaster ensues. It's a shame. This story would have been much better if Gator normalized and settled even to the point of being a Sportsmart Assistant Manager... or something tame. The film would still be brilliant without a crime. So... I tried to quantify or partially summarize the documentary. But it's a futile effort, as the film/story has so many layers. It will make you think.
Rating:
Summary: Food for Thought
Review: First off, much sympathy to all those affected by a horrific crime. This documentary works well on many levels. It is a collage of the eighties; from early So Cal (film shows bleached out sun look - I love it!) punk do it yourself thing, to mid-eighties mainstream new wave, to the kinder, gentler Milli-Vanilli commercialism of the late eighties. By then, street skating hit verticle style like Nirvana to Poison... all the hype was deflated. It seemed that to make skating exciting (or marketable) enough to target the "masses," a lot of hype was added -- hype clothes, loud announcers, explosions, soundtracks, etc... (in contrast, some of the best footage on this disc is a 10 minute extra with a simple camera shooting Gator solo on a ramp, natural). At some point, hype can't expand much more -- at some point MC Hammer can't fit more dancers onstage. Then careers go down. And some pro-skaters said, "I'm 21, what do I do now?" Uhhh... bus tables? Make sandwiches at the deli, like other 21 year olds? Take some of your money and go back to school? Go with it! And some complained that corporations let the vert guys go: Didn't those corps make the skaters a lot of money? Taking them from nothing to 6 figures a year? Hard to feel too bad for these guys. And hard not to respect them... as they're tough, and created a lot of the game on their own... when they did it for free. Gator (I never heard of him before the film) seems complex. His story reminds me of Sid Vicious, or in a lighter vein, John Belushi... and all the figures who 1) Get away with a lot because of charm, charisma, and eventual fame and profitability 2) Take the image/joke seriously, while others maintain some objective distance. Add to this Gator's manic depression. (Typically a person's first manic episode kicks in around age 19, 20, 21). And combine this with his natural energy, physical strength, alcohol, and crumbling relationships, and *his* horrible decisions, and disaster ensues. It's a shame. This story would have been much better if Gator normalized and settled even to the point of being a Sportsmart Assistant Manager... or something tame. The film would still be brilliant without a crime. So... I tried to quantify or partially summarize the documentary. But it's a futile effort, as the film/story has so many layers. It will make you think.
Rating:
Summary: Furnace of Affliction
Review: Helen Stickler's Stoked: The Rise and Fall of Gator (2002) is an energetic, responsible, and riveting documentary about the tragic life of Mark 'Gator' Rogowski, the Eighties vertical skateboarding champion who violently raped and murdered an ex-lover's close friend after he was abandoned by the sports world and his long-stirring inner demons rose to the fore.
Stickler makes a brief but important mistake when, in the accompanying bonus feature, "Stoked: Uncovered," she questions "how one reconciles someone who has so much greatness in him and so much evil," since nothing in the film or accompanying material supports the hypothesis that Rogowski, who is today serving a life sentence in a California prison after pleading guilty to the crime 1992, was anything but a very talented and increasingly troubled young man who was suffering from an undiagnosed bipolar disorder, alcoholism, and a rapid series of emotionally devastating defeats at the time of the murder. Already brash, self-directed, and handsome at fourteen, Rogowski had literally grown up in the sport's private and public arenas, and known little else but being on object of adulation and fanfare.
While much of the Eighties footage presents Rogowski as a preening, arrogant, and narcissistic teenage rebel manqué, he was clearly also highly intelligent, clever, well spoken, industrious, creative, and amazingly charismatic, in Max Weber's use of the term. While none of the factors in Rogowski's life prior to the crime excuse the murder of Jessica Bergsten, there's no evidence that Rogowski was inherently "evil" in any sense of the word, if the word is actually applicable at all. In fact, after his meteoric fall from popularity in the late Eighties, Stoked pragmatically documents how Rogowski became a zealous and sincere "Born Again" Christian who fervently preached the bible to young skateboarders both in person and in print, behavior that his friends and associates responded to only with cynical amusement and disdain.
While it could be argued that Rogowski had evidenced sociopathic tendencies in the years before the crime (an argument that could apply to a small percentage of the skateboarding subculture from the Seventies onward), it could equally be argued that Rogowski, who began skating professionally at fourteen, was a fatherless boy whose athletic popularity was both carefully and carelessly exploited by corporate sponsors, who quickly cast Rogowski aside when trends in skateboarding passed him by, leaving him tragically unable to evolve in his chosen field while only in his early twenties.
Rogowski and the other vertical skating stars were hardly the first people in the history of modern popular culture, from the vaudevillians, the stars of the silent film era, and the Doo Wop singers of the Fifties to momentarily beloved but subsequently typecast television performers, to find themselves confronted with a sudden reversal of popularity and thus of fortune; even a cursory viewing of Stoked reveals that Rogowski's life was already spiraling downward into chaos well before Bergsten's murder.
Though there is no doubt that Rogowski often made foolish personal and business decisions during the peak years of his fame, there were also repeated signs that he was greatly in need of several kinds of professional help, as well as the firm guidance of a dedicated, selfless, and financially disinterested mentor. Nothing underscores this more than an incident which took place in Germany in 1990, when Rogowski, apparently in a drunken stupor, leapt from the top of a "construction crane" and landed on a fence, severely lacerating himself; the next morning, awakening in a hospital bandaged, drugged, and sutured, he had no memory of his desperate action, which was suicidal, whether consciously so or otherwise. If this event precipitated an intervention by employers, friends, or family, Stickler does not include the related material in the film; sadly, the incident in Germany is absent from the timeline of pivotal events in Rogowski's life, suggesting that the episode is as little comprehended today as it was in 1990.
There were other warning signs: famous within the worldwide skateboarding arena as Mark 'Gator' Rogowski, he changed his name to 'Mark Anthony' while at the height of his popularity, and his fervent, potentially desperate, but enduring conversion to fundamentalist Christianity also suggests a crisis of identity--and conscience. Additionally, while touring Australia, he is widely believed to have publicly struck a persistent young fan in a fit of rage, an incident that caused significant damage to his already stricken reputation. Stoked suggests that Rogowski, as a errant taboo breaker, had been a willful source of mischievous entertainment for so many people for so long a period that a certain portion of his associates found his personal disintegration and has-been status a form of continued entertainment-in addition to a well deserved comeuppance.
The fact that Rogowski turned himself in to authorities of his own volition after the murder, which was simultaneously an act of displacement, a crime of passion, and a eruptive manifestation of a psychotic breakdown, also supports the theory of his fundamental decency. Though California law prevented Stickler from filming Rogowski, he appears in Stoked as a disembodied voice, hauntingly, hypnotically, and grimly discussing the events of his past in an eerily monochromatic tone. At no point does he lay the blame for the events of his life on anyone's shoulders but his own.
Like Dogtown And Z-Boys (2002), Stoked is a fascinating examination of a dynamic American subculture that has remained stubbornly misunderstood by the general public, a misunderstanding that the skateboarding community has both decried and perversely acerbated. Stickler treats her specific subject with intelligent objectivity, which insures that Stoked never becomes a for-or-against polemic. Rogowski's is an quintessentially American tragedy, and one that could easily have been lost to wider history without Stickler's exhaustive contribution. Like the boyish Icarus, the vertical skaters of the Eighties attempted to liberate themselves from the forces of gravity and propel their bodies into space; they succeeded, however temporarily, making Black Flag's 'Rise Above' a fitting anthem for their obsessive, poorly appreciated, and frequently heroic efforts.
Rating:
Summary: Sad- Unbelievable!
Review: I saw this documentary not knowing anything about skateboarding or Mark "Gator" Rogowski, so I was surprised when I was affected so much by this story. I have never seen a "true crime" story where I actually feel sorry for the perpretator as well as the victim.
There were two sides to this documentary. First, there is the glamour, fame, hot guys, fun times, etc. of the rise of the skateboarding superstars of the 80's. This aspect is thoroughly entertaining and one cannot help but be impressed at the athletic talent of these young men, not to mention they are not bad to look at!
Then there is the incredible story of the meteoric rise of Gator Rogowski and all of the success and excess that he was exposed to at such a young age. This would be difficult for any kid, but he was particularly vulnerable because he had no father figure and not a strong parental/authoritative influence in his life. The only "elders" in his life with any influence seemed to be the executives who hired him to promote their products, and they just used him to make money off of him. They and all of his adoring fans gave him a God-like complex for a time, it seems. When you are that revered and that young and that misguided, there is only one way to go and that is down. Once the executives used him up for all they could, they discarded him. Once his fans decided that vert was out, they discarded him. His pitiful fiance, who everyone admitted used him for his fame and money, discarded him once the fame and money was gone. It seems like he was used by everyone and that all he wanted all along was acceptance and to be loved. Isn't that what we all want? His struggle to fulfill this basic human need was magnified in the limelight and he was being ridiculed. No one seemed to get that he was searching and desperate and that he was looking for a new identity outside of skating. He received no support from anyone, it seems. You can see how he slowly started to disconnect from people and reality, just by the interviews and snippets of him in film in the later years, where he started to act a little different. It is sad that he wasn't close enough to anyone or no one cared enough to try to help him during this slow, maddening spiral of manic depression and identity crisis.
On another note, I also feel that Jessica would not have died if it had not been for Brandi. She seemed so pathetic, self-involved, self-centered, unsupportive and unempathetic. He was so needy and vulnerable, I think that was the final crush for him, when she blatantly left him and flaunted her new "hot surfer guy" to him. That is just cruel to do to someone who is hurting. I think that rejection along with everything else was what made him break. These ragefull and painfull issues mixed with his bi-polar and manic depression led him down a path to the darkest places a soul can know. He turned himself in and has expressed nothing but deep remorse ever since. My point is not that it justifies what he did, but that it was not his true self. It was the extremeness of his situation. I think it is sad, because I honestly feel that if he got the help he needed and had people who genuinly cared for him and looked out for his best interest, this would have never happened. He could live a free life and Jessica wouldn't have had to be the victim of his outlet of hurt and rage.
I defanitely recommend this film- it really makes you think and stays with you for a long time.
Rating: 
Summary: All the money and fame and not a single friend in the world.
Review: It is a sad picture how system exploited one kid passion
for skateboarding, put a fake idea of invicibilty in his
head and them dumped him high and dry when tide turned.
But the saddest part was that after four years of riding on
top of the world that kid did not have ONE TRUE FRIEND.
Somebody that could rescue him before it was too late.
The crime that he commited - killing the best friend of his
girlfriend that left him - an obvious act of ritual revenge
on the girlfriend - was a random impulse but not a suprizing
one. If there was one person thet truly cared at the moment
for Mark she/he would see it coming. The interview with the
girlfriend made me angry - she was bored with Mark pestering
her with religious stuff so she left him cold-heartedly for
"somebody her own age" - the obviously fake justification
she made herself to believe in. I watched her in disbelief
- shedding tears for her murdered friend and then accusing
Mark of "tearing their little world apart". And nowhere was
her own responsibility for leaving him when he had nobody else
to turn to.
Rating:
Summary: Party's over, said the lady.
Review: Like a dark version of Stacy Peralta's excellent documentary "Dog Town and Z-Boys," "Stoked" examines the Southern California skateboarding scene, but it focuses primarily on one tragic figure, Mark "Gator" Rogowski, a skating superstar in the late '80s. Rogowski had charisma, good looks and talent to burn and he quickly grew wealthy from skate tours and endorsement deals. He had everything he needed to succeed, it seems, except guidance, and when skateboarding styles abruptly shifted gears in the '90s, he found himself adrift, a has-been at 21. Broke and depressed, he went into a tailspin and "Stoked" follows his sad decline all the way to prison. Despite his cocky demeanor, Rogowski initially comes off as a likeable guy, which makes the mind-boggling crime he eventually committed all the more horrifying. Director Helen Stickler incorporates interview footage (of Peralta and skaters such as Tony Hawk, Lance Mountain and the hilarious Jason Jessee) with a surprising amount of great skate footage and home video (clips of half-pipe expert Rogowski trying and failing to master street-style skating are particularly sad). By balancing images from the past with perspectives from the present, Stickler makes "Stoked" into a surprisingly objective study of how gifted people shouldn't handle fame and fortune.
Rating:
Summary: Party's over, said the lady.
Review: Like a dark version of Stacy Peralta's excellent documentary "Dog Town and Z-Boys," "Stoked" examines the Southern California skateboarding scene, but it focuses primarily on one tragic figure, Mark "Gator" Rogowski, a skating superstar in the late '80s. Rogowski had charisma, good looks and talent to burn and he quickly grew wealthy from skate tours and endorsement deals. He had everything he needed to succeed, it seems, except guidance, and when skateboarding styles abruptly shifted gears in the '90s, he found himself adrift, a has-been at 21. Broke and depressed, he went into a tailspin and "Stoked" follows his sad decline all the way to prison. Despite his cocky demeanor, Rogowski initially comes off as a likeable guy, which makes the mind-boggling crime he eventually committed all the more horrifying. Director Helen Stickler incorporates interview footage (of Peralta and skaters such as Tony Hawk, Lance Mountain and the hilarious Jason Jessee) with a surprising amount of great skate footage and home video (clips of half-pipe expert Rogowski trying and failing to master street-style skating are particularly sad). By balancing images from the past with perspectives from the present, Stickler makes "Stoked" into a surprisingly objective study of how gifted people shouldn't handle fame and fortune.
Rating:
Summary: Mesmerizing
Review: My girl and I couldn't tear ourselves away from this film. I skated most of my life and idolized Gator and other pros in the '80s, but you don't have to be a skateboarder to be completely captivated by his story. Great job by the director, and a fascinating look at a complex personality who couldn't handle losing everything that defined him. It's a great lesson: don't believe in your own hype, the consequences are tragic.
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