The reason this works is that it does exactly what it says on the canister there’s no allusion to anything more than cheap laughs. Of course, it’s far from fair to compare a politically charged period-piece to a testosterone-charged penis-piece, but there’s little fair about the fickle tastes of film fans. It’s unlikely All The King’s Men’s producers and executives stopped to even consider that the Jackass sequel was the movie to avoid when scheduling their Oscar-bait, but they seriously underestimated the pleasure the American cinema-going audience gets from watching a man shave his balls and stick the hair on his buddy’s face.
While Sean Penn was busy honing his Method, Johnny Knoxville and his chums were busy working out which one of them would drink a horse’s semen for 200 bucks. What does it say about popular culture when a movie starring five Oscar nominees and based on a Pulitzer Prize-winning novel is royally trounced at the US box office by footage of nine jerk-offs with an irrational fascination with each other’s testicles? We’re not sure, but Jackass: Number Two says it loud and clear.
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