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title: 'Everything Wrong With Jackass: The Movie In 27 Minutes Or Less'
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date: 2026-07-01
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# Everything Wrong With Jackass: The Movie In 27 Minutes Or Less

> Source: [Everything Wrong With Jackass: The Movie In 27 Minutes Or Less](https://youtube.com/watch?v=y46h28p0OqA)

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None of the stunts in this movie would be as interesting or extreme as this untethered
spacewalk. Also, this movie marked a critical turning point in music television's long evolutionary journey away from music and toward professionally monetized Jack Assyrie. A company branding itself around penis architecture suggests an almost irrational confidence in the
power of boners. And 47 seconds a little bit.
This warning existed primarily to establish plausible deniability before thousands of teenagers in 2002 immediately ignored it. If all that is left of your mortal body is a skeletal head, the need for crutches has likely expired. We can't play the music, but O-Fortuna suggests the grand inevitability of fate, which feels
less profound when you realize these idiots are about to actively attach their genitals to the machinery of destiny. Based on where the camera is in this shot, we man is giving a get out of the way motion to apparently thin air and presumably the abstract manifestation of common sense.
Bam seems genuinely annoyed that Ryan slapped his head despite Bam, Bam, and Johnny seconds earlier. I'm beginning to wonder if 80 minutes is going to be long enough to justify the diverse internal motivations of this character. That sound effects suggest that either Bam broke a finger or Ryan broke a rib.
This will continue as if neither has happened. The number of stars and stripes on this flag fails to represent the United States' whole packet. I'm confident that whatever minuscule trauma was inflicted on this giraffe was not worth this two seconds of thematically disconnected screen time.
Seems it's somewhere between Madonna's borderline and this giant shopping cart, the fourth street bridge's career took a dark turn. Directed. I have a theory that the big cart lobby paid for this entire movie, just to encourage the
teens from the arts to steal shopping carts from retailers across the country. And by God I think it worked. I'm worried that hearing this might function as an nostalgia-laced activation phrase for the millennial brain.
Listen up assholes, you haven't got the knees to survive the jackass identity. Also, still having your main character introduce themselves after three seasons and 25 episodes is an epic lack of faith in the intelligence of your audience.
The audience already knows this poor employee is collateral damage in a war against social norms. Honestly, it might be less cruel if they just burn down his business and film the reaction, at least he could expedite the insurance claim.
No one will be seated as we watch in real time as this car is inspected for damage. Yes, I know it's establishing the condition of the car before the jackass team has their wicked way with it, but that payoff doesn't happen for several minutes. Damn it, this is supposed to be the MTV generation, and I want to be instantly gratified now.
Little thing there. Johnny inexplicably bailing on what was clearly intended to be a cock and balls mural. Signing like this waiver after actively converting a rental car into evidence. Also, here's the gist of this bit.
Johnny Rensacar brings it up, or down, to demolition Derby's spec, races it, returns it destroyed, and much hilarity is had. But what I don't get is why they've chosen such a needlessly expensive way of executing their villain's plan.
Honestly, an afternoon with a hammer, blow-torch, crate of beers, and a butt plug would have brought about the same audience reaction, and saved a few thousand of those precious pip-my-ry dollars. Movie places any amount of faith in the inherent humor of inflatable dolls, cliche.
Hi, I'm Johnny Knoxville. Johnny Knoxville has set his own name three times in the first five minutes of this movie. I'm Johnny Knoxville. Hello, I'm Johnny Knoxville. Hi, I'm Johnny Knoxville. Am I supposed to be impressed that he appeared? The camera operator zooming in on this definitely not water leak instead of telling his colleagues
is clearly a choice of criminal negligence. I guess we're getting reinforced the windshield. The stunts in this movie were performed by professionals. After seeing how far the tire actually was from his face, I feel obligated to point out
the long, more short, masculine tradition of using ambiguous measurement language to describe on impressive distances. I returned it with the full amount of tanky gas. I can't wait until 2063 when this bit stops making sense because the price of gas actually
would cover the cost of a car. Once the real payoff comes from unwitting people becoming performers in the Tom Foolery, Jackass should probably get cited more often as the Apollo program for the 80% of modern
creators now building Blue Origin penis rockets out of reaction content. FU! That final FU makes this movie's protagonist extremely difficult to root for, bowling with your entire ass body and still only hitting nine pins.
Also, the fact that they already had a camera at the end of the alley implies an element of buy-in from the bowling alley that shits on this feature's hard, fought premise of candid chaos.
Jackass accidentally invented a genuinely entertaining hybrid sport here, but couldn't be bothered to develop a full rule set, gameplay structure or point system. Also sure, they hit all the pins, but it took five people bowling four balls and a human.
So I think they'd score at best two points each? Of course, then there's the whole thing about the points you score for this strike, ultimately being influenced by what you bowl on your next turn. And I think this just proves that bowling is far too complicated for its own good.
Discount 7 10 split? Also, I have a few issues with this statement as presented. One, based on the way he was facing, there's no way he could have known who threw the offending ball, meaning this is most likely referring to a completely different encounter with Johnny's balls-plitting technique.
Two, I'm not sure a bowling ball possesses the required facilities to cut a pair of testicles in half. Third, based on this helmet, it appears that protective gear was offered and yet he chose to forego a cup. Fourth early, it looks like the ball in question hit his inside thigh and then the board itself,
meaning this is either an exaggeration or his ball size would give even bow-wasserman pause for thought. Fifth thing, I'm assigning many, many movie points to the three people who understood that excellent bows of raid reference.
I'll see you all next month in the usual basement at the agreed time. This is the muscle stimulator. Jackass arrogantly ripping off the game I tried and failed to play with my college girlfriend. Also, humanities long marks through civilization ultimately leading to voluntary electrocution
comedy feels difficult to defend intellectually. Being surprised by this, men competently discussing breast enhancement with absolutely
no supporting medical knowledge. It does not. A painful reminder that your average millennial sex ed came from MTV.
Dave England being this close to the festivities appears to be completely out of choice as opposed to necessity. Some of an off screen says, does a smell like man and that is a philosophical question, I am confident the movie is not equipped to reckon with.
A green to smell this. The MCU origin story for their version of the X-Men somehow makes it into this stunt. Also, this stunt follows the escalation playbook correctly, but the reactions feel so performative that it briefly made me realize this entire bit could theoretically be fake and most of us
would never know. And yes, I take the authenticity of electrocution based ball torture very seriously. That's right, a large man just broke public infrastructure. Now laugh. Also you guessed it, a large man just broke his pantaloon infrastructure.
Now laugh. Harder. I already knew Narco was a band name, but discovering how many bands have Gucci in the title feels like information that should count for something, in this case since. This is just the beginning of the movie's campaign against vulnerable wildlife, a facial expression
that perfectly captures my relationship with this movie somehow makes it into the movie. I hope Warner Bros. sued MTV out the ass for this bug's bunny cameo, trying to sneak in a new narco accidentally revealed the measurable golf cart attrition rate.
Take a second to imagine being a dinosaur. You roam the earth for millions of years, right to sleep dominating fools, conquered only by an earth devastating catastrophe. Your legacy is set in the very set of future generations walk upon, and then some jumped up chimpanzees built effigies of your people in recreational stickball whole courses that are then abandoned
and driven over by even dumber gyps, I think about dinosaurs a lot. For real though, the reason I'm spending so much time on this bit is because of how easily it could have become a commentary on man-made climate change and the effect it has on the floor and fauna of planet earth, with surprisingly few edits, although Gucci's become doober, suggesting
the underlying conflict of this segment is regime change. That fall was genuinely entertaining to watch, I guess tragedy plus time really can equal sin removal.
Getting standards this low, yes I am aware of my double standard in the matter. While I'm glad both of them and their spinal cord survived this, it doesn't make the stunt design feel any more credible.
This slobally deployed spinal injury protocol paradoxically bolsters the movie's authenticity credentials while also serving as an indictment of safety measures that appear to have been written on a napkin somewhat eventually wiped their ass with and then ate.
Boxville summarizing my college girlfriend's tattoos, like I wouldn't still be sensitive to the matter. Yeah that was pretty rough, no doubt, I can't imagine anything in Knoxville's career ever topping this wooow, where did this singular bull come from.
Pretty sure God has similar questions about his creations. The Jackass team choosing an oddly specific way to express that they don't think were 100% square on the whole Pearl Harbor thing.
The second most perfect metaphor for the self-defeating nature of sinning a jackass movie. Also, this bit is an excellent example of how nearly all of this franchise's comedic energy comes from the pain and anguish of stunt failure, which forces me to wonder whether failure
is secretly the intended outcome. And if failure is the goal, are they ever honestly trying to succeed? And if they're not trying to succeed, why does the inherent comedy of failure eventually collapse in on itself? Guess I'm saying we man should've tried harder.
And then you have this, a resounding success at nipple torture, completely upending my previous argument. I'm saying Knoxville's nipples could be harder. If this wasn't the intended target, then I question the aiming technique, spending any amount
of money on an alligator expert telling you that feeding alligators from a diaper attached to your ass is a bad idea. We eventually discover this is a tight rope suspended over alligators and not an actual tight
rope woven together from alligators, albeit comfortably and humanely. This interview is strategically placed after the attempt to conceal that the entire endeavor
was more doomed from the beginning than 2003's grind. It's 12.42 right now and feels to be at work at 5 in the morning, so he's trying to get a good night's sleep and I'm going to go wake his ass up. Adult Hood is realizing BAM may have been the main character, but film was the protagonist
the entire time, which is devastating information to process emotionally. Also, BAM's parents' reaction to this is...pretty tame. I guess they put up with so much s*** that this is just another Tuesday for them, which is honestly a lot s***ing sadder than I anticipated at the start of the sin.
Thanks to all the PyroTechnic fun and horror, this movie helped proliferate BAM's domestic terrorism mostly functioned as a major economic stimulus package for the fireworks sector. Movie shows us all the work that went into the old man-make-up years before the internet
turned the phrase they used practical effects into a personality trait. Also, maybe the one thing this movie did for humanity is prove the non-existence of time travel, because surely some future temporal philanthropist would have seen this as the
inciting moment for Jackass presents bad grandpa and put a stop to it with extreme prejudice. Oh man, they drive port Dorothy Burnett into this mess. Getting fully in character only to deliver a montage of largely plotless Jackassery and somehow
still making it entertaining. Morning. I'm not actually a lawyer. While you are in the right my dude, as your lawyer I must inform you that detaining person carries significant legal risks, so you're better off leaving that to law enforcement.
Reminder, I'm not actually a lawyer. Only age plus petty theft constitutes a sufficient narrative structure. Discuss. There's this well-known premise in comedy where you do a joke. Maybe it gets a laugh, but you keep going until people stop laughing, and then you keep
going until it eventually gets funny again. This is a great example of how that doesn't always work. I was lawn-shaynies lover. Go back and love it! The shop owner really should have asked him to clarify whether he meant lawn-shaynies senior or junior, because that dramatically changes the nature of this confession.
I used to work in a hardware store and had to deal with this exact situation, it sucked. What led to was us putting shrink-wrap overall to toilets as a deterrent.
It did not deter the offenders, that sucked even more. No one realizing that this would actually be the best-case scenario for everyone involved. I'm not sure how much of everything there is to be ruined in a bit like this.
Is this the words you've ever had to go boom-boom? An adult man, sincerely describing poo-poo as boom-boom. No, no. I sh** with pants of the fare. Buddy just volunteered that information with very little encouragement. Oh, dude, I sh** out now.
The primordial male is psyche, and it's absolute elation at duty-humor. He sh** sh** in real life. No, he sh**t specifically in his pants. Thinking this will clean anything at all. The only functional use for that paper bag is a head covering for the inevitable walk
of Shark-Chame Home. Editing this immediately into a shot of him opening the door, reinforces my obsessive hand-washing and my fear of your apparent lack thereof. I can only interpret this as a deep exploration of the human condition.
The cycle of food is the cycle of life, and the question of whether a toilet is still a toilet before it's connected to plumbing. Perhaps plumbing itself is a symbol of civilization, and humanity only transcends its animal nature when it sh**s within the warm, infrastructural, embrace of society.
We never see him wipe. Again, I know this shop owner was reimbursed somehow, but the customers will always have the memory of the time they were in the hardware store at a man's sh** in one of the toilets, and maybe that memory is just enough to prevent them from ever coming back, and maybe that's
the true downfall of the American working class. This is only funny because of how deeply personal identity and self-worth remain tied to physical presentation. You can't hide your true self from me, horse-played haircut prank. This metaphorical commentary on the state of Disney in 2026 is oddly pressing it for 2002,
although this is the most efficient stunt in the whole movie. I wish the others understood we didn't need so much foreplay. Throughout this entire bit, operational parameters will remain unclear.
I'm pretty sure the intent of all these stunts is to inflict pain and or embarrassment, and that looks to be guaranteed with this, uh, rigging. That's a maxi-pad, bam.
It is not, and I'm not sure how he would know. Disney loves menstrual flow, enters as a random and under-explained plot hole. Despite opening the acknowledging it as the primary driver of the emergency room budget,
the Moomin ever resolves how self-awareness can persist alongside almost zero behavioral evolution. What this actually ends up being is bungee-front-flip into upside-down hang session.
I'm not seeing nearly enough penetration to qualifies a wedgie. All asses are, by definition, sh**.
Less lethal remains an aggressively unsettling phrase to build comedy around. Like is it all comedy right up until you die? You can fluff it up with as much safety procedures as you want, but this is still categorically
in the messing around bucket. Not using face protection here is a massive error in judgment for everyone involved. I don't know what we prove, but I guess it might be that non-lethal rounds are non-lethal, but not non-painful.
Excitement? Hi, I'm Wee-Man, and this is a big cone. Jackass providing compelling evidence for the Japanese to cut off any further cultural exchange with the U.S. I'm about to get the sh** kicked out of me by a girl. Use of girl in place of woman suddenly dates the movie harder than any of the fashion choices.
The assumption that shirtless dudes inherently improve spectacle. Spending any amount of dollars flying to Japan so Ryan can have his ass kicked by a professional female boxer when there are I'm sure thousands of prospective women, professional or otherwise,
right here in America who are equally motivated. This ends up mostly being an excuse to brutalize palm trees. Jumping into this dirty ass water is all part of the fun, but doing it with your mouth open
was all on him. And with that piece of slapstick history, we can all sleep well knowing that not a single piece of film footage was left on the cutting room floor. This compilation of pandas doing dumb stunts being less insane than the actual reason they
almost went extinct. Whenever you see a blurred face in this movie, it's because that person was smart enough to not sign a release form. So I'd love to know how they coerced this tortoise into signing away his royalty rights. A panda died as 90% bamboo, which contains zero sugar and therefore does not ferment, meaning
they would most likely not enjoy communal beer. I guess it's technically foreshadowing, but I respect movies a lot more when they attempt to bury it in a compelling narrative.
Well, actually, be tested as firework skates and I humbly request a refund based on that information. Also, the setup initially suggests raw thrust will be the primary danger variable here, only for the real threat to become accidental self-immolation.
That looks significantly less like the product of rocket propulsion and more like the natural consequence of a grown man attempting roller skates. Getting the insurance adjuster said to MTV somehow makes it into the movie, putting
disco through the indignity of dying in 1979, only to revive it in 2002 and finish the job 80s techno started. And yet they don't even crack the top 5 most stupid things in this room.
This movie was an absolute asshole to the theater staff who were forced to clean up all the peanut at M&M chunks violently expelled in response to this scene. If nothing else, representing three distinct istes in one city jog is ironically inclusive.
Also, I challenge you to mentally insert two people of average size and build into this exact situation, then ask yourself why you're laughing. Not for personal growth, we are way past that. I just think it's important to own it, know thyself and all that. I'm not saying the victim was asking for it, but he did choose to hike up that gong and
expose his gong. Also, this segment wasn't subtitled everything wrong with the gong gong gong wrong. The protogenesis of only fans was decisively much more crude than any of us imagined, also
forgetting the light switches exist. Honestly, this is a very mild reaction to the situation as presented. I mean, the placement of this chair means you'd be chipping away at this lovely plum paint every time you sat down. And don't get me started on how insane it is that these plates have survived even a single
closing of this door. It's an interior design horror show. Being faced with a crocodile and then calling your husband so both of you can be dinner. Is this the real? This alley gayer! The movie already revealed its hand earlier, with all the non-consensual haircut antics
when it showed this bit being set up in the kitchen. Before being hit and lied by the alligator, the victim made the battling choice to hide in a laundry room instead of leaving the property the way she entered.
Today, I'm going to 50-50 this rail, or try to. Jackass thinks we need more proof that the psychology of fully committing to things you are wildly unqualified for has not been studied nearly enough.
Clyde would be excellent natural consequence since, accidentally advertising a potentially more compelling theatrical experience in the background.
This segment suffers from chronic repetitive telling instead of showing. I am deeply disappointed that we didn't spend several weeks teaching Johnny how to all lay up onto the rail first, mostly so we can finally agree that all these are physically impossible and any successfully executed ones are the work of the devil.
Seriously, not a single frame of film on the cutting room floor. I'm not saying I want to test this, but would that even hurt with that much padding?
This is sweaty pad. What follows is a demonstration of having far too much confidence in the comedic durability of fat suit plus skateboard. NFYI to the Jackass already typing you forgot bikes. I left it out because it made the punchline suck, so now I have to add another sin because
of you. I can't prove this was planned, but the cameraman's complete refusal of flinch combined with bam launching himself higher than necessary makes it difficult to believe the board's end was ever going to be anything less than tragic. A buddy of mine used to call another buddy of mine Tony Hawk with a small penis, and frankly
that nickname never received the critical recognition it deserved. Also, I'm pouring a sin out for every millennial who is still convinced rightfully so that this man's name is Tony Hawks.
They are not. At best, this becomes boxing adjacent realistically, it's criminal mischief. reciprocity masquerading is enthusiastic consent, and now we get a close-up of the head wound to satisfy our morbid curiosity and deeply dissatisfied my tummy.
As a sworn gesture of this court, I must inform you that verbal declarations alone remain insufficient proof of nobility. On a deadly serious note, this bit doesn't even make sense. Nights like this never even made it to America.
Movie graciously allows this poor man to absorb responsibility so the rest of the jackasses don't have to. Also animals were at minimum emotionally harmed in the making of this movie. It will never be revealed why Steve O. believed a quick man escaping was needed for this whale
shark venture. So far, this shark baited Bruhaha Bitt has had three sexual innuendos, and that just makes me feel like they've only watched the porn parody version of jaws, which is of course
also called jaws. The whale shark is the first known sea creature to go extinct from sheer embarrassment. This is probably my favorite stunt in the movie, but making one of the most exciting climaxes
only last a few seconds creates an uncomfortable metaphor. I'd like to think Henry Rollins is going full method here to embody a cultural critique of the empathy-deficient performative male. I just can't prove it, so he's getting one pretty mother f**king sin.
I challenge any oscar-nominated cinematographers to explain in the comments what exactly constitutes a good angle for filming a bottle rocket shooting out of someone's butthole. God damn, the things the FDA would approve as a male performance enhancer were wild in 2002.
Not only do I think it's possible, I think tying a rocket to a f**k and firing it out of a butthole was the only logical next step for the space program. And as innovators in your field, you deserve more credit. God damn, this is the BMX tug of war.
Could you be a little bit happier about it? I don't like to be reminded that my sadomasticistic enjoyment of watching people do bodily harm upon themselves might be problematic. This isn't really a tug of war. Rules as written, you don't typically have one end of the rope running while the other stays
still. This is just an expression of Newton's third law of war. But thing the insurance adjuster said to MTV somehow makes it into the movie. The fact that we don't get a follow up to this bit showing all the cactus needles being
pulled out of duns ass means they're absolutely were no needles to be pulled out of duns ass. Making this immediately 72% less worthy of my ooze and os. This bit goes on for 27 seconds and is tedious enough to risk dropping the overall rating to PG-13.
Contrary to popular belief, urine is not sterile. Take yourself in the head, we man. The number one perfect metaphor for the self-defeating nature of sinning a jackass movie. Coming into the toilet and having to turn a second light on.
Okay, I put it in a good faith effort to intellectualize this movie, but seriously, what the s**t is this?
This bit is clearly playing off societal tension between the classes, but does that tension still honed up to scrutiny when it appears in a film that grossed $80 million worldwide? The great thing about sound is that it doesn't typically need line of sight. There's no need to stick your hand up and expose your position.
Okay, underlying all the dumb s**t the chaos and even the problematic profitability is a genuine punk ethos. It's unapologetically destructive towards systems, deeply anti-authority and above all else, completely unflinching.
A noxful glowing that horn to disrupt this guy's swing right as he tries to launch a golf ball directly at them, honestly, made my heart grow three sizes. So before I go to the hospital, here's your sin off.
The fact that this is the least of the indignities this cat will be subjected to in its zoom career. Noxville embellishes on the actual events cliché. Is there any actual, like, real reason why anyone would shove something up their ass like
this? No. Citation needed. It is. It's a toy car. Not an actual car. No. Two. Even if it does, it's not standing there. Definitely no sitting down. You can.
It's just not advisable. No. Three. There's no way they're going to believe that this is true. They will. And it won't be close to the weirdest object they've seen in that orifice. I'll probably use all of this before the end of the segment. Offering lube, only after I'm already irritated by the prolonged teasing of this premise.
Now I'm looming up. You can't see the car. The little toy car. Because I'm going to put it in my butt. Hot Wheels seems to have really been hurting for quality product placement opportunities. This is the product, sir. Putting the title just deep in Ryan Dunn's segment.
Putting this man through the indignity of this situation when he is presumably still paying off his student debt. He's credits have enough footage to warn a speed round, showing me this car again. Bear Mace deserved a bigger part.
How is there an entire bullfighting scene that didn't make it into the movie crack? Retorturing of the Japanese people. Hoffman did this on that and it was deemed cutwardy. Who's the fuck do I gotta suck to get some explosions around here?
Discount Michael Beck. Fake movie contains not a single son of any jackasses and instead focuses on the same old jackasses. Old strategy spending 90% of the movie's budget before it starts and after it's already over. I'm just saying they could have put a lot more bottle rockets and a lot more holes with a more balanced financial strategy.
Yeah, dude. Steve O's survives this. Reminder. Skip. Hello out there.
Is the movie over? I'm still down here and I'm still in quite a lot of pain. Maybe someone in the lobby could call an ambulance.