Beggers Can't Be Choosers

The pact has driven me to watch some movies I wouldn't ordinarily deign to see. Last week, at the Tiki, I found myself faced with a movie I wouldn't watch on a bet in pre-pact days. But, since deprivation has driven me to desperation for new movies, I went with it. Wanna know what it was?

Jackass Number 2.

At first, I felt trepidation. I am very squeemish and I can't stand to watch blood, guts, or pain. Or so I thought. I began the movie horrified. Then I was amazed at the stupidity of these guys and their crazy stunts. Then I started to root for them to get mauled. All the while, I was hooting and howling with laughter and sympathy, along with all the others at the Tiki.

I must say there were some scenes I had to leave the room for and I was not the only one, thank you very much. Some dudes left the room too. I kept thinking I should stop watching the movie but I couldn't completely walk away from it. There is some genuinely brilliant slapstick in this film. And it was worth it to hang in there for the musical number at the end, which included a tribute to my man, Buster Keaton. At the time I shouted at the screen, "Don't do an homage to Buster Keaton! That makes you legitimate! Stop it!" But the farther away in time I get from this movie, the more I came to appreciate it for its artistry.

What is wrong with me?