Johnny Knoxville and his friends make complete fools out of themselves in part two of an MTV movie about a group of guys doing extreme stunts and dares.

The movie, earning over 22.1 million, debuted at number one in its first weekend in the box office. In an online article, Van Toffler, president of MTV’s film group expresses his reaction to the box office success:

“Holy blank, we’ve done it again. What is wrong with the country?”

One does have to wonder what is wrong with an audience that enjoys watching young men make a living out of self-mutilation.

The movie, if one can call it that, has no plot. A documentary of grown men competing to see who can attempt the most painful and ridiculous stunt without losing a body part is the closest you get.

Knoxville, the mastermind behind the crazy stunts, is bit several times by a huge anaconda, attacked by angry bulls and projected out of a man-made rocket.

“Most actors and actresses have to learn their lines. We just have to eat beans or raw cabbage to get gas so we can light a fart underwater. That’s our preparation,” said Knoxville in a statement published on the movie’s official website.

One of the more insane stunts entitled “The Brand,” involves Jackass member Bam Majera searing fired hot metal onto his rear end. The camera crew follow the guys home to get a reaction from Majera’s parents.

“Why would you burn him in the first place?” his mom asks. “Cuz it was funny.” they reply.

It seems American humor must be gravitating toward ridiculous because millions showed up to laugh with Knoxville and his friends. It’s a mystery to ponder when viewing rectal bleeding and projectile vomit in an enclosed mask became so humorous.

Jackass Number Two is certainly not your average laugh-out-loud-that-was-cute funny; It is borderline morbid.

In another gruesome act, Steve-O pokes a fish hook through his cheeks and is thrown in the water to swim with a shark.

“It’s like a dream come true,” he says. After a shark brushes past his foot his friends pull him back to the boat and says to him, “You’re so lucky, I think it almost bit your foot off.

”“Thank you so much, God,” Steve-O says.

For someone to express thankfulness after purposefully placing themselves in danger defies common sense. To think that a group of people are making money from making complete fools out of themselves is a scary thought. Nothing was funny about watching a ten-year-old boy smoking, swearing, drinking and responding to sexual innuendos from grown men.

These kinds of scenarios were recurrent throughout the movie, each scene more grotesque than the last.

For Americans who enjoy puppet shows of private parts, snake bites, horse milking and human feces, Jackass Number Two would be a perfect end to a Friday night.

For those of us who struggle to delete grotesque imagery from memory, it would be wise to stay home.