When a review commences with, “As gratifying as it is to see the gang back together…,” you know there’s trouble in paradise. Johnny Knoxville’s gone white (in some scenes) and Steve-O is practically sporting a pompadour. Why lead with those observations? They offer something different to look at in a film content to spend much of its time restaging pranks past. The penis puppet plays, pooping in sale toilets, and ingesting animal ejaculate — is the seminal fluid of a pig really that much funnier than a horse’s? — has all been done before, only better. The hardest laughs came from the new cast members. I spit morning coffee over the tattoo inked below the vast shoulder blade of future Preston Lacey replacement Zach Holmes, but I dare not reprint it here. After the first female Jackass, Rachel Wolfson, received lip injections from a live scorpion, Eric André jibed, “You’re ready for the red carpet.” And two questions key to the survival of humankind are at last answered: is it possible to light a fart underwater and if an n95 mask can keep covid out, can it keep vomit in? (2022) — Scott Marks
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