The Jackass guys aren’t worried about art, they’re worried about fart, shit, testicles, and buttholes. I almost laughed as much as I retched, and that is, I guess, an achievement of some kind.
Yes, reviewing this DVD based on artistic merit would be fruitless—basically because there is none. And that’s the point for these guys—next to making enough money to pay medical bills (or buy more eyeliner, or bail a pervert uncle out of jail).
If the idea of watching grown men eat shit, chug horse sperm, and vomit frequently makes you weak in the knees (in a good way), then buy this DVD immediately.
If that sounds kind of tasteless to you, then avoid Jackass: Number Two at all costs.
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