Jackass

How does one possibly summarise Johnny Knoxville and company’s debut feature film? A damning indictment of the sadism attendant to masculine culture to rival the notorious shit-eating induction rituals of the British paratroopers? The last death throes of a declining decadent culture?

Well, only a retard would argue otherwise. What’s more important though is that Jackass – The Movie has Johnny Knoxville with a baby alligator hanging off his nipple by the teeth. If that isn’t enticement enough there’s Jason ‘Wee Man’ Acuna kicking himself in the head, muscle stimulators attached to testicles and enough anal injuries to make the shadier parts of the gay porn industry hang their collective heads in shame by comparison.

In fact, it’s somewhat surprising how incredibly well the MTV show’s formula translates to the big screen. If anything, Jackass benefits from this sojourn away from the confines of its regular medium, as without the watchful eye of broadcasting standards authorities, the gang are free to explore pain in creative ways that the airwaves would simply not permit. As a bonus, they can even say ‘fuck’ at the typically crunching moments of impact.

Destined to become the greatest stoner classic since Cheech stopped hanging out with Chong, this sick and twisted work could just as easily be used as a recruitment video for Al Qa’ida against the Great Satan, but if it’s a chilling portrait of Western culture in decline, it’s an unbelievably fun slalom ride. Enjoy it all the way down to the bottom, kids!