SKATERDATER: THE SWEETEST THING ON ASPHALT

I’d have to invent a whole new color-coded taxonomy, with kingdoms and phyla and subphyla, to organize the hundreds of ways I love Skatedater, a 1965 coming-of-age short film set in the asphalt utopia of southwest Los Angeles County. The surfed-up soundtrack. The Pacific Ocean winking in the background. All the gnarly, dirty, thickly-calloused bare feet. Even the running time—17 perfect dialogue-free minutes, start to finish,…