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Jackass Number Two

The release of a second Jackass movie is like taking an incredible, impending and majestic dump that you’ve been waiting on for days. Depending on how uptight you are, it’s either pure joy or the equivalent of visiting the in-laws, but either way it’s unmatched relief. As a film critic, I love seeing and reviewing movies like this because I don’t have to think about bad acting, shaky plot or overused cinematic devices.

Here’s the scoop, plain and simple: If you get grossed out easily, or really at all, don’t fucking see this movie. There’s a lot of male nudity cascaded with homoerotic overtones and none of the guys are good-looking enough to pull it off. If the idea of seeing a guy dress his dick up like a mouse and feed it to a snake bothers you, skip this movie. Scenes with horses jizzing on people, people getting branded, beards made of pubic hair, shit eating, drinking beer through rectums, fart sniffing, vomit and a scene with a ton of midgets are everywhere so if you throw up easily save yourself the trauma.

If you didn’t see Jackass: The Movie, it was basically an hour and a half episode of the MTV show turned all the way up after a Jolt cola enema. Because after all, if you don’t have some censor telling you that you can’t fire a bottle rocket out of your ass you might as well do it. The ante has definitely been upped from the last movie, at least in the grossness department.

But Jackass Number Two’s mission isn’t only to disgust. The old man make-up, parental abuse and… body art gags, I guess, return. In addition, more of the gags seem inspired by Tex Avery cartoons.

But as much of a gang of buffoons as the Jackass crew are, they’re clever in their way. When you read the title Jackass Number Two, the word number kind of slides right by you. When you walk into the theater, just think long and hard about what the words number two mean. Expect to see plenty of it. And laugh.