The crew of Jackass has accomplished more for male nudity than any movie in the last 1,000 years. In a world where children are conditioned toward the nature of beauty, showcasing the male form is a broad step toward enlightenment. I will not say the male body is ugly, but compared to the female form we are afterbirth of lumpy flesh, cobbled together in such a manner that random parts seem to be hanging off. I envision somewhere on a work table there are spare parts left over after construction and a balled up set of instructions from IKEA. By taking nudity away from women, we are empowering a generation that will not feel ashamed of their bodies because they will have seen and grown comfortable with the sheer grossness that the male form can aspire to.
What do you expect? A review of Jackass 3D? Does it matter that it has some of the best 3D I have seen in a cinema? In this case, it is not how it is displayed, but what is being displayed. If you did not like the other incarnations of Jackass, this movie ain’t gonna bring you around. But I enjoyed it. Hell, I wanted to get some folks together have a bonfire to see if my friend David would try to jump over the fire again. Why? Misspent youth that brought me thousands of laughs.