Somewhere through the middle of this film, I wondered if I should make an emergency dash to the restroom in the theater lobby or just outright barf into my popcorn bucket. Heck, the guy three seats over from me did it, so why should I feel embarrassed to follow suit?
Then I thought to myself: never mind the feeling of embarrassmen that is about to shower out of my esophagus; the feeling of embarrassment for sitting through this unbelievable display of “stupid human tricks” that is “Jackass: Number Two” is overwhelming enough.