Jackass has been called the end of American cinema. A travesty. A violation of basic human decency. And those are the positive reviews.
However, after bearing witness to the schlock-fest that is Jackass 3D, it is my humble but definitely correct opinion that Jackass is art in its purest form.
How the hell can I say this?
Bear with me.
Films are an artistic medium. But “art” is a highly subjective term. At its core, what does it mean for something to be “art”? The purpose of “art” is to evoke an emotional response of some kind. Be it happiness, terror, depression (Where the Wild Things Are), guilt (Avatar), “art” wants to get some kind of rise out of you (pornographic connotations not intended).
So what of Jackass 3D?
This movie made me feel every emotion known to man. I smiled until I laughed, laughed until I cried, cried until I dry-heaved, and dry-heaved until I inevitably yakked into my popcorn bucket. Which then made me mad because I wanted to finish that popcorn. No other movie has evoked such a wide range of emotions from me.
I can’t even give this film a rating, really. I’ll just say this: if you are an 18 to 25 year old male, have a high tolerance for disgusting stuff and are stupid (all of which I am) then watch this movie. Otherwise, check out RED.
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