Film review: Jackass: Number Two

Stars: 1/5

Paramount Pictures

As if the first batch of idiotic stunts weren't enough to eliminate all future extraterrestrial belief in the worthiness of the human race, the producers of Jackass have come out with a sequel to rival the original. Indeed, the Jackass cast has brought their collectively stoned heads together to create a series of painstakingly planned "skits" that test the limits of stupidity.

Turns out, there is no limit.

There's really no point in summarizing the Jackass: Number Two, as it mostly consists of the Jackass originals ingesting foreign liquids (take for example, horse semen). Or alternatively, there's the requisite masochistic sketch that may or may not involve Chris Pontius inserting his manliness into a hole in the wall disguised with a mouse-like cover. Why, you may ask? Naturally, in hopes of attracting the attentions of a python on the other side! And let's not even go into the beer funnel that gets jammed into Steve-O's you-know-where. See, there's really no point in summarization, but you all know you were curious.

And therein lays the problem. Everyone who watches the film will probably laugh-ether in true adolescent masculine delight or on a morbid moronic impulse. It's a natural tendency for people to be amused by the stupid stuff other people do. But it's not a quality to be proud of, much less one you pay $10 to see projected onto a 40' x 40' screen in a theater near you.

It's bad enough the quality of films rolled out of Hollywood have degenerated over the year; we don't need to underscore the lapse in creativity by reverting to inanity.

Mike Whidby contributed to this story