"Jackass" review: way too much penis

Now we've gone too far.

It's a dickhouse production, and it's a torture flick. More pain is needed than ever before, so where is a male's most vulnerable and painful spot? The house. I mean, the other thing. And that thing is focused on over and again in this installment of Johnny Knoxville's money-making machine. No one is spared, especially not the mohawk guy. Then a bull knocks Knoxville out of contention and out of any more sequels. It's kind of funny, but there are so few creative Candid Camera type skits, except maybe one in the furniture store and another pooping in public at a yard sale. Most of it is American militants in Guantanamo torturing the Muslims they hate type stuff. How are backs not broken and permanent injuries of compression fractures and Edgar Cayce spinal "subluxations" resulting from all the hard landings? There are a few laughs, many gasps, and general disappointment to be had. That fat guy really takes a beating. Perhaps Peter and pals summed it up best.