A feature-length version of the hit MTV show in which a group of extreme sports-loving funsters expose themselves to dangerous and deranged physical stunts.
Society’s death knell? Performance art taken to its most logical, postmodern conclusion? Or a bunch of fearless stoners arsing (sometimes literally) around and getting paid for it? Whatever your opinion of Jackass, the big screen expansion — it’s not really a movie, by any strict, nor loose, definition of the word — practically demands your attention.
There’s no cinematic merit here, but there’s a certain surreal invention behind some of the more outlandish skits — all hail he who conceived the Bungee Wedgee! — and once you pluck up the courage to peer through your fingers, this is painful and painfully funny.
And with an interesting anti-authoritarian streak a mile wide (lead Jackass Knoxville takes tremendous delight in pissing off golfers with a well-timed klaxon), this is pure punk rock cinema.
By any standard criteria for movie criticism, this is nudging no stars. But especially and perhaps, purely if youre a fan of the show, it is outrageously obscene and unflinchingly funny. The rest of you can stick a rocket in your ass.