(It has to be said, as it is, as seen (and argue if that be your will), that all is seen with two eyes, all sight (external), all hearing (internal), all taste (patterned); as so, to this degree, nothing seems to be heard - so, no mirth is heard - nor taste, as it is a bitter, bitter one--or it may be a bitter, bitter one.
Sight. Scent. Ears. Taste. Touch.
(Instinctively, if bemused, you may ask, how is this, this stream of tenets, congruent to a film about, promoting and starring idiots? As usual, I have not one answer, nor two, but three, partly because the product (a wretched rodent) does serve better in multiple negatives, partly to amuse, partly to amuse myself, partly to avoid gouging out my eyes.)
I have of much to wonder--that is to speculate, but nothing of which beguiles worth to me;--all is sanitized filth made out of weeks and weeks of rusty tapes, and these tapes, as they are, are moulded into some deep congregation, a flock, out of the mind of a herd of dim, dim, dim apes, who perform as apes.
(I see them, the 'characters,' as apes - all of them! - because they intend to act like such creatures with their animalistic laughter (which I suppose is more akin to a hyena) that tramples every infantile defecation and improvised 'cocktail' scene.)
Nothing!--nothing compels me to appreciate these creatures as characters or their fragmented situations as plot or narrative. Nothing!--there is nothing to salvage from the mania of their constant manic plays. Not even the comedy, that which does not exist, can redeem it; in fact, it worsens the taste, which is so filled with vermin odour, as it draws from defecation, nakedness, gorillas and bees and snakes, horrid imagery--: and it defines them as useless, as nothingness. Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! It then becomes apparent that the length of this emptiness will span a hundred fold longer than it ought to be - or it need to be - and it ought and need to be cut down to a few spare minutes; but that would seem unlikely, and more literally impossible.)
"Jackass 3" is toweringly disjunctive; and by their unceasing turns into idiotic idioms, their turns into vomit-like dispositions, they wager to fill every frame of the screen with sickness; or as these idiots would put it, they suck!
.5 out of 5 stars