Watched this while tenting my fingers, wearing a cravat and laughing demurely at each moment of genital traums.
Very much typical of the ".5" Jackass films, though the documentary aspect is extremely perfunctory with even less insight and commentary than normal - next to no commentary on the big awkward stuff you'd expect, but Dunn isn't mentioned once, surprisingly - before wheeling out the stunts. Have fond feelings for "Forever" as I think it was the first film I saw…
Some of the best slo-mo squibs use alongside some of the worse martial arts fighting I've ever seen. I imagine the fight choreographer taught the cast a combination of krav maga and Mortal Kombat and called it a day. Also, despite his character being American military, John Lithgow does an English accent thar makes him sound like Stewie Griffin.
The defining image of this film for me is its first - young children running out into the road and intercepting a line of firetrucks, sirens blaring, excitedly asking where they're going while being shooed away as half a small tower block is up in flames down the road.
The image I want to remember most is the view from under a mud-flooded window as rain falls from above, each drop causing a sudden round clarity that slowly fades as…
