"Lords of Dogtown" may sound vaguely familiar. And it should.
That story has been turned into a Hollywood movie, complete with wide opening, soundtrack and names (Heath Ledger, Rebecca De Mornay and Johnny Knoxville).
Despite some exhilarating moments, when the skateboarders appear to be flying and curling up and around the curves of an empty blue swimming pool, the movie mainly made me want to track down the documentary.
There is a lot of cross-pollination between the two: Stacy Peralta, one of the real Z-Boys, co-wrote and directed the documentary and wrote this screenplay. He is played by John Robinson ("Elephant"), who looks like a well-scrubbed surfer boy and has a sweetness his pals lack.
Stacy is one of the Z-Boys who emerge from Dogtown, a tough section of Venice, Calif., in the 1970s. He, Jay Adams (Emile Hirsch) and Tony Alva (Victor Rasuk) start off watching from the shore as the older surfers lay claim to the waves: "If you wanna surf the cove, you gotta earn it."
But they leave the cove behind when they discover skateboards with urethane wheels, which grip the concrete and allow the boys to do hard turns and ride walls. They become the standouts of a team assembled by Skip Englbom (Ledger), hippie co-owner of the Zephyr Shop, and at their first competition execute moves that the judges cannot even describe.
"Lords of Dogtown" tracks the three as they ride those wheels into extreme sports, fame, stretch limos, trips around the world, businesses or -- for one Z-Boy -- an unwillingness to trade skill for the sweet smell of success.
A fictionalized story should have more wiggle room to explore what motivated the skaters and their hangers-on, but "Lords of Dogtown" seems to omit some key chapters, fails to pepper the action with insight and assumes a familiarity with minor players, such as the flashy businessmen who try to woo the boys.
Directed by Catherine Hardwicke ("Thirteen"), the movie excels in early scenes when the skaters realize all those empty pools -- there's a drought on and people are conserving water -- are their perfect playgrounds. There's an anarchic, old-school style to those moments, as the girls loll at pool side, the boys clatter to the ground until they nail the rhythm of the ride, and parents and cops arrive and chase everyone away.
Ledger wears his dissoluteness well. Of the young leads, it's Hirsch ("Imaginary Heroes") who steals the show. You can't take your eyes off him, whether he's sailing into the ocean, dancing like a madman or knifing a surfboard.
With or without urethane wheels, he soars.