There’s something special about watching a movie and knowing that, years later, you’ll be able to say “hey! I saw that movie when the people in it were still alive!” _Jackass Number Two_ is a hilarious oracle of coming disaster, a series of potentially-disastrous pranks all gone right. Now, a more-civilized individual might balk at breaking into riotous laughter at this Road Runner cartoon gone live-action, but not me, I loved it.
One nice thing about reviewing a movie like _Jackass Number Two_ is that there’s no plot to recap, just the boys doing their usual idiot things. Rocket-powered shopping carts, snakes of various types, doorbells rigged to airbags, drinking horse semen, it’s all there, just like we expected from _Jackass: the Movie_ and three seasons of _Jackass_ on MTV.
Wait, drinking horse semen? Yeah, they did, from a cup, although they had to put a black bar over the actual drinking, you know, so it wouldn’t appear to be a sex act. Because we could take it for one (one does suspect that maybe these guys are more interested in the sex acts of horses than in sex with women, both from the utter lack of females in the movie and because of the excess of men hanging around in tighty-whities together). But, really, _Number Two_ is a bit higher on the gross-out scale than the original, with a little more poop and puke than I really needed to see in a few more sketches than really needed them. Plus Johnny Knoxville bleeding profusely.
And Knoxville himself? In the past, he’d come off as a smart, good-looking guy who was maybe doing this for fun and to get his career started (I still don’t know why he hasn’t played the romantic lead in a movie, I’m sure the chicks would go wild). In this movie, however, we saw a little more of Johnny’s crazy side, and I think I can say with some confidence that he is totally off his rocker. The boy gets gored by yaks for fun, and he goads his co-stars into being blown up by anti-riot equipment, then sets them up to get slingshot-launched into closed loading bay doors. It may be the beer, it may be the pot (Bam, in particular, is colossally stoned in once scene), it may be having so many boys with so little total collective good judgement in one room, but something’s going wrong here.
Whatever that something is, I like it. Launched into the sky on an exploding rocket? Hidden pneumatic boxing gloves in hotel walls? Midgets and fat men, attached by bungee, falling from a bridge? It doesn’t get any better than this. Plan to spend ninety minutes laughing, and plan to wish there was at least another thirty still coming at the end. Which, I guess, means Jackass 3 is on its way. One is tempted to wonder how we will all respond when, in that film, bloody, dismembered limbs fly across the screen; I am pretty sure, however, that the victim/stuntman would have wanted us to laugh, just as we did here, both with them and at their stupid asses. Ha! Jackass.