Johnny Knoxville, “Jackass” dreamboat
He may be a masochistic lummox -- but he might also be the most appealing entertainer in movies
Topics: MTV, Television, Entertainment News
Johnny Knoxville is a man who appears to be made entirely of testosterone. He is so butch he ripped his genitals doing a motorcycle stunt in tribute to Evel Knievel, and then upon his recovery, announced, “I can resume my manly functions.” He has built a career doing ridiculous, terrible, stupid things, from his MTV television series “Jackass” right on through “Dukes of Hazzard.” He recently lost a tooth when he met the business end of a dildo bazooka. There’s something about this guy.
When you grow up with a name like P.J. Clapp, you probably develop a sense of humor — and a hide thicker than a Jonathan Franzen novel. Knoxville, who changed his nomenclature in homage to his hometown, began his professional life as an actor. He cannily soon figured out that anybody can do Hamlet, but the pool of guys willing to be tasered and pepper sprayed for a living is considerably less competitive. And God created “Jackass,” the show for which legal disclaimers and the phrase “do not attempt” were made. And it was good.
The “Jackass” franchise, which celebrates its 10th anniversary of not killing its cast this week with the release of “Jackass 3D,” represents in many ways all that is cocky and macho and toilet-based in the world. The trailer alone is more aggressively uncomfortable to watch than “Borat” crossed with a Michael Moore movie. Yet the jackass at the center of it, Knoxville, is somehow one of the most appealing figures in entertainment. What is it about the undeniable allure of crazy, self-destructive men with damaged urethras?
On “Martha Stewart” this week, Knoxville, in dorky sweater and tie, was in full southern charmer mode as he carved pumpkins with the domestic goddess. Though Martha, ever up for it, goaded him to give a member of her crew “a pumpkin to the back of the head,” Knoxville gallantly laughed her off. And as the two hammered together on a sheet of brittle, he said with touching concern, “My sisters would kill me if I bruised your fingers.” Then he picked up his own brittle and punched it into sexy little shards of seasonal confection. Who knew candy pummeling could be so hot?
Mary Elizabeth Williams is a staff writer for Salon and the author of "Gimme Shelter: My Three Years Searching for the American Dream." Follow her on Twitter: @embeedub. More Mary Elizabeth Williams.




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