Following in the footsteps of JACKASS comes DIRTY SANCHEZ, the Welsh television series heavily inspired by the US hit. It was inevitable that a film of the latter would be released eventually, especially after two JACKASS films had already been made with much success. Having never really watched the television episodes, I had some idea of what to expect when I sat down to this, although not a lot. What I saw was a frenetic documentary that crosses the barrier of good taste time and time again to offer some of the most loathsome viewing you'll ever watch.
The 'fun' begins with typical stunts involving fighting, people being shot with paint balls and the like – familiar stuff. Then it moves into ever-more extreme territory, with one guy undergoing liposuction and another guy drinking the fat – it makes me heave just to write it. The film gets crazier, with insane Japanese wrestlers carving broken fluorescent tubes into the heads of their victims and one member of the gang cutting off the tip of his little finger with a cigar cutter. Essentially you can divide the segments into two – the violent ones and the disgusting ones. I'm not too bothered by the former, and some of the latter don't really seem that much in the day of I'M A CELEBRITY... and the like. But nevertheless, some segments are stomach-heaving, making the film NOT one for the faint hearted. I can't say I enjoyed watching this, but I can understand the appeal. Let's hope nobody tries to top it.
The 'fun' begins with typical stunts involving fighting, people being shot with paint balls and the like – familiar stuff. Then it moves into ever-more extreme territory, with one guy undergoing liposuction and another guy drinking the fat – it makes me heave just to write it. The film gets crazier, with insane Japanese wrestlers carving broken fluorescent tubes into the heads of their victims and one member of the gang cutting off the tip of his little finger with a cigar cutter. Essentially you can divide the segments into two – the violent ones and the disgusting ones. I'm not too bothered by the former, and some of the latter don't really seem that much in the day of I'M A CELEBRITY... and the like. But nevertheless, some segments are stomach-heaving, making the film NOT one for the faint hearted. I can't say I enjoyed watching this, but I can understand the appeal. Let's hope nobody tries to top it.