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Johnny Knoxville doesn\u2019t keep track of how many bones he\u2019s broken. When asked for a number earlier this summer, he balked. The notion of accounting struck Knoxville, the star and co-creator of the \u201cJackass\u201d franchise, as silly. \u201cDouble digits,\u201d he told me after a long pause. \u201cMy ankles three times apiece. Arms. Hands. Elbows. A lot.\u201d<\/p>\n

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It was a load-bearing unit, that \u201ca lot.\u201d Knoxville\u2019s other workplace injuries include a urethral tear, an orbital fracture resulting in globe luxation\u2014in layman\u2019s terms, the partial popping out of his eyeball\u2014herniated disks, lacerations, burns, and sixteen concussions. Only two of the original \u201cJackass\u201d cast members remain in full possession of their own teeth, and Knoxville is not one of them.<\/p>\n

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The three TV seasons, five films, and plentiful offshoots that make up the global \u201cJackass\u201d juggernaut share a no-frills format. In them, men (and, later, one woman) perform stunts and pranks. Some of the segments are one-liners promoted to three dimensions: a man farts into a trumpet, a man pole-vaults into a palm tree. Some make fanciful use of mousetraps, barrels, explosives, slingshots, stilts, toilets, tightropes, and other classic comedy props. There are gross-out gags (\u201cSweatsuit Cocktail,\u201d \u201cButt Piercing\u201d) and a tremendous amount of peniswork. Some stunts speak the universal language of physical comedy with a math-like elegance: a man dressed in a Velcro suit skateboards up a ramp and splats against the side of a passing truck that is also coated in Velcro, and, truckside, the man is conveyed offscreen. Nabokov\u2019s definition of humor as a \u201closs of balance\u2014and appreciation of losing it\u201d summarizes \u201cJackass\u201d \u2019s spirit and mechanics.<\/p>\n

\u201cJackass\u201d wouldn\u2019t work without its lovable ensemble cast, but Knoxville is the obvious ringleader. When you watch him crash into a fruit cart or electrocute his friends, it is tempting to think of him as a minor god sent down from Olympus for the amusement of higher entities\u2014an emissary of mischief loosed upon mortals who are powerless to resist or understand him. \u201cGet a load of this,\u201d you imagine Zeus saying as Knoxville Jet Skis through a garden hedge.<\/p>\n

The star is famous for his laugh, which sounds like friendly fire, and for his face, which is remarkably handsome. But mostly he is famous for risking his life more often and more mirthfully than any of his peers. For the sake of the footage, Knoxville has been charged by a herd of buffalo while on roller skates, attacked by multiple bulls, flipped by a yak, shot from a cannon, strapped to a rocket, and knocked out by a heavyweight boxer. \u201cJackass\u201d has inspired not only imitative TV shows and YouTube stars\u2014Mr. Beast, the brothers Paul\u2014but whole categories of the internet, including D.I.Y. prank content, challenge videos, and fail compilations.<\/p>\n

Within the small group of professionals\u2014football players, stuntmen, M.M.A. fighters\u2014paid to destroy their bodies for mass entertainment, Knoxville, at fifty-five, has proved preposterously durable. Filming on the fifth and allegedly final film, \u201cJackass: Best and Last,\u201d wrapped in February, twenty-six years after the franchise premi\u00e8red. That gives Knoxville a solid decade on Evel Knievel, and far more time than the average prizefighter.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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For the past few years, he has rented a home in the Valley. His neighborhood has a suburban sense of self-control, with houses crouched behind tidy yards of drought-resistant flora. There are no sweeping views, no architectural triumphs. It is a neighborhood you\u2019d sooner associate with a prosperous dentist than with a movie star. On a sunny weekday, Knoxville emerged from his home in bubblegum-pink board shorts and with omnidirectional silver hair, his face lacquered in sunblock. We planned to go for a surf.<\/p>\n

The first south swell of the season had arrived and would soon climax in barrelling eight-foot waves along Southern California\u2019s coast. Knoxville, who is not an experienced surfer, was unflapped by the forecast. He slid into the driver\u2019s seat of a Chevy Tahoe and applied a pair of sunglasses. \u201cLet\u2019s make some mistakes,\u201d he said, peeling out.<\/p>\n

He headed west, up and over Malibu\u2019s humped green hills. As we descended toward the Pacific, the air and terrain grew salty. Parking lots overflowed. The first day of a seasonal swell is always a frenzied event, and we watched surfers sprint seaward as though gold had been discovered offshore. Point Dume, where Knoxville parked, is an enclave that managed to retain some of its beachside funk up through the nineteen-nineties. Now it is a place where Kamala Harris and Sergey Brin own houses.<\/p>\n

\u201cI surf like a crippled gorilla,\u201d Knoxville warned me on the sand as he zipped into a thick wetsuit. We watched a surfer drop into a wave and carve expert lines, smacking the lip to throw a jet of spray into his friend\u2019s face. (Hopefully his friend.) Knoxville climbed onto his board and paddled out, pausing halfway to untangle a kelp ribbon from his leash. Upon reaching the lineup, he sat upright. \u201cI didn\u2019t think I was gonna make it!\u201d he said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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While resting his arms, Knoxville commented appreciatively on the weather and the view of sandstone cliffs. He seemed pleased to be in the sun, pleased to be in the water, pleased to pee in his wetsuit. Occasionally, he zoned out, gazing far into the distance and dropping out of conversation. \u201cSorry,\u201d he said after one zone-out. \u201cSometimes I go to Tijuana for a moment.\u201d<\/p>\n

When a set rolled in, Knoxville aimed unhesitatingly for a hefty wave. He windmilled past the surfer we\u2019d admired from shore, who backed away in fear of carnage. The wave pitched. Knoxville popped up and flew a hundred yards toward the beach, as easy as a kid on a zipline. At the end of the ride, he dismounted, turned, and got creamed by an even heftier wave. His board shot skyward and vanished into a gyre of foam. His silvery head was lost in a tumble. All went quiet as the wave expended itself toward the shallows, and then the hush was broken by a hoot.<\/p>\n

Those who know him best are baffled by Knoxville\u2019s\u2014well, nobody agrees on what to call it. Daredevilry? Foolishness? Insanity? Compulsion? Damage? Courage? Masochism? \u201cI don\u2019t know exactly how to describe it,\u201d Spike Jonze, who has produced every installment of \u201cJackass,\u201d said. \u201cIt doesn\u2019t come from outside. It\u2019s an inner quality.\u201d Knoxville\u2019s cousin Roger Alan Wade, who has known him longer than most people alive, was equally stumped: \u201cHe\u2019s got a golden heart and a soul to match. The great mystery is what\u2019s going round and round inside that carnival brain.\u201d<\/p>\n

Knoxville\u2019s whatever-it-is topples the logic of moviemaking itself. Bankable leading men are not meant to imperil their lives by performing unrehearsed death-defying stunts. Medics on \u201cJackass\u201d sets are instructed to hold back as much as possible, to avoid ruining good footage. \u201cYou\u2019re supposed to insure the leading man in a Hollywood feature film, keep him intact,\u201d the cast member Stephen Glover, alias Steve-O, said. \u201cIt makes no sense.\u201d<\/p>\n

It made no sense to Knoxville\u2019s family and friends after the first broken bone, and they\u2019re no closer to understanding it now. He has won fame and fortune and critical acclaim for his stunts, but he might have finagled those things without sustaining quite so many traumatic brain injuries in the process. He has three children, a wife, and an extended family whom he loves. Nobody forced him to get in the bullring or turn a gun on himself. So why does he do it? What makes Johnny run?<\/p>\n

For clues, it\u2019s best to begin with his Tennessee home town, from which he lifted his stage name. Born Philip John Clapp in 1971, Knoxville has unmistakable Southern origins. He has lived in Los Angeles long enough to have dropped \u201csir\u201d and \u201cma\u2019am\u201d from his sentences, but the honorifics are still implied. Doors are held open, \u201cplease\u201ds and \u201cthank you\u201ds delivered promptly. He is polite to the point of inefficiency, seeing to it that everyone within reach is comfortable and hydrated and has a ride to wherever they are headed next.<\/p>\n

Knoxville\u2019s parents, Phil Clapp and Lemoyne Houck Clapp, attended rival high schools in Knoxville. Phil was a star athlete and a ham. Lemoyne was movie-star beautiful and made sure everyone knew it. The family lived in a split-level house with a double carport. There were woods in the back, rosebushes in the front, and a pony named Bo Diddley in the yard. Phil ran a tire company that he\u2019d inherited from his father. Lemoyne baked black-bottom pies and managed the household. The neighborhood was close-knit; when Bo Diddley escaped his pen, the whole block fanned out to track him down.<\/p>\n

Knoxville is the baby of the family, born seven and ten years, respectively, after his older sisters, Krisden and Lynne. It was an unplanned pregnancy. As an infant, Knoxville was voluptuously plump. At mealtimes, he ate so rapidly that it took a pit crew of Clapp females to refill the boy\u2019s Infa Feeder with pur\u00e9e. Other than feeding Bo Diddley, Knoxville was exempt from chores. \u201cHe never mowed the yard,\u201d Lynne said. \u201cWe babied him real bad.\u201d To spare their brother the trouble of walking, the girls carried him from place to place. When he was threatened with a spanking, they hid him from the parental hand. \u201cIt was like having a pet monkey,\u201d Wade, Knoxville\u2019s cousin, said. \u201cAll they needed was an organ-grinder.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Knoxville made trouble as soon as he could walk. If Lynne went to get her hair done at the beauty parlor, Knoxville might aim a water balloon at the fresh coif. If she had a date over to the house, he\u2019d yank his underwear up like a sumo wrestler and streak through the den. None of this ruffled his mother. \u201cP.J. could\u2019ve killed the Pope and my mama would say, \u2018Pope deserved it,\u2019\u00a0\u201d Lynne told me.<\/p>\n

As long as the girls could remember, Knoxville was in and out of the hospital for asthma. Lemoyne kept a hawk eye on his breathing: her son would go quiet when he felt his airways narrowing. Several times a year, the family rushed him to the hospital mid-attack for an adrenaline injection. \u201cOh, my God!\u201d Knoxville said, when asked about those visits. \u201cI\u2019ve done a lot of drugs in my time, and I\u2019ve never had a rush like that.\u201d Adrenaline, he said, was like \u201csniffing an eight ball of cocaine all at once.\u201d He liked it very much.<\/p>\n

Better than adrenaline was the feeling that followed. Later in life, Knoxville read about a set of experiments conducted by the Air Force researcher John Stapp, who was assigned to test how much force a body could withstand when ejected from a plane. Stapp had buckled himself into a rocket-powered sled and accelerated to more than six hundred miles per hour before slamming to a stop. In the hospital, he experienced what he called \u201csurvival euphoria.\u201d Strangely enough, Stapp did not describe it as a sense of joy or relief. Instead, it drenched him in a hunger for greater risk. When Knoxville read about Stapp, he thought back to his childhood asthma attacks and oxygen masks and the adrenaline shots that pinned him to the wall before bringing back his breath, and how all of that compared to the post-stunt rush. Yeah, that\u2019s it<\/em>, he thought. Survival euphoria.<\/em><\/p>\n

A love of attention and a taste for adrenaline: two suggestive ingredients. To this brew, add Knoxville\u2019s father. \u201cTrace it back to Phil,\u201d Wade said. \u201cHe was the genuine, authentic, original jackass.\u201d Phil ran his tire company as a merger of successful business and amateur circus. His associates had names like Ass-Kickin\u2019 Robert, Big George, Boxcar, and Super Dick. When he wasn\u2019t feeding the men milkshakes spiked with Ex-Lax or mailing fake I.R.S. audit letters to their homes, Phil amused himself with antics like the Mongoose Box: a contraption installed in his company\u2019s showroom with a sign reading \u201cMONGOOSE: DO NOT TOUCH<\/em>.\u201d \u201cHe put a rope around the box and said, \u2018Nobody go near. It\u2019s dangerous!\u2019\u00a0\u201d Krisden told me. \u201cWhich of course only drew more attention to it.\u201d When customers got close to the box, Phil flipped a switch that ejected a spring-loaded stuffed animal. \u201cPeople would jump out of their skin,\u201d Krisden said. \u201cI have no<\/em> idea where he got the ideas in his head.\u201d<\/p>\n

At home, Phil liked to fling open the bathroom door and hurl a cup of ice water over the top of the shower onto his son. \u201cThat was an everyday thing,\u201d Lynne said. If Lemoyne had a P.T.A. meeting to attend, Phil might dress up as a drifter, wander into the meeting, and pinch his wife on the bum. He flew planes and staged gunfights with blank cartridges. \u201cWhen it came to pure street smarts, I\u2019ve never seen anyone who could hold a candle to it,\u201d Wade told me. \u201cIf he\u2019d applied it to science, we\u2019d be living on Mars. But he applied it to pranks.\u201d The way the world sees Knoxville today is exactly how a tiny corner of Tennessee once looked at Phil Clapp.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Same as anyone\u2019s childhood, there were good scenes and bad scenes. Phil was a drinker. He got loud, fought with Lemoyne, scared the children. \u201cI was constantly feeling small and bullied,\u201d Knoxville said. Phil drove his son out to Los Angeles twice. The first time went fine. The second time, Phil was off the wagon. When they arrived in Arcadia, Knoxville watched his father pour a big glass half full of vodka, half full of water. \u201cHe took it with both hands like a little kid and just killed it,\u201d Knoxville said. \u201cIt broke my heart. He needed it so bad.\u201d<\/p>\n

Phil died in 2018. When I first got in touch with Knoxville about writing a profile, he sent an e-mail full of old family photos: Phil suited and exultant on his wedding day, Phil laughing with baby Knoxville on his lap, Phil and son in matching pastel-blue outfits. The final photo shows Phil reclining in a La-Z-Boy beneath a light-up Christmas-tree trinket. Knoxville, then well into his twenties, sits on his father\u2019s lap. Both are beaming. \u201cMe and my ol\u2019 man,\u201d he wrote as a caption. \u201cI loved him so much and miss him dearly.\u201d<\/p>\n

One last scene from childhood. To pass the time on hot summer days, Knoxville and a friend invented a game called Nutball. The rules were simple. Three to five children stripped to their undies and sat wide-legged in a circle on the floor, hurling billiard balls at one another\u2019s crotches. They could do this for hours. Some children fly kites, some children feed ducks, some children court genital trauma. By the time Knoxville moved to Los Angeles, in 1990, a successor to the Nutball gang was in its early stages.<\/p>\n

If the descendants of \u201cJackass\u201d are legion, the franchise itself has a single, unambiguous origin: a skateboarding magazine called Big Brother<\/em>. Steve Rocco, the magazine\u2019s founder, is a California native who owned the successful skate company World Industries. In 1992, Rocco hired Jeff Tremaine, a young art-school graduate (and later the director of \u201cJackass\u201d), as the editor. Spike Jonze, a childhood friend of Tremaine\u2019s (and a producer of \u201cJackass\u201d), contributed photos. The magazine\u2019s writers included Sean Cliver (another producer) and Chris Pontius (a cast member); it featured skaters like Jason (Wee Man) Acu\u00f1a (cast member) and lunatics like Steve-O (cast member).<\/p>\n

Big Brother<\/em> was fashioned as an anarchic alternative to more established skate magazines like Thrasher<\/em> and TransWorld<\/em>, which Rocco deplored for their earnestness. The magazine\u2019s office, in El Segundo, was patched together from two-by-fours, sheet metal, and chicken wire. Where other magazines focussed on the mechanics of skating, Big Brother\u2019s<\/em> stroke of genius was to consider itself\u2014and here an unfortunate word must be enlisted\u2014a \u201clifestyle\u201d magazine.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Along with skate photos and interviews, the publication contained boobs, reviews of malt liquor, an account of surviving a Mexican prison, and tutorials on how to manufacture a fake I.D. or build a bong or snort lines of Pixy Stix sugar dust like cocaine. When Tremaine was advised that a magazine\u2019s title ought to be printed in large type for maximum newsstand visibility, he called a printer and inquired about the smallest printable font. The next issue had \u201cBig Brother\u201d hidden in four-point Helvetica on the cover\u2019s upper left-hand corner.<\/p>\n

The magazine circulated as samizdat through bedrooms and school cafeterias\u2014a boyosphere flourishing long before the manosphere reared its ugly head. What seemed miraculous to the magazine\u2019s readership was the result of a traditional formula for creative success: assemble raw talent, shower them in cash, taunt them with an adversary, and remove supervision. Decades before the phrase \u201cparasocial relationship\u201d became shorthand for the psychology of influencing, Big Brother<\/em> staffers appeared in its pages like recurring sitcom characters. Readers wrote in to extend inside jokes that persisted for years. The \u201cJackass\u201d cast member Dave England told me that the first time he read the magazine he thought, I wish I knew these guys<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Knoxville had been kicking around Los Angeles a while before he entered the Big Brother<\/em> orbit. Directly after graduating high school, he enrolled in an eight-week acting program at the American Academy of Dramatic Arts, in Pasadena. His stage experience at the time consisted of two school plays. What made Johnny run West may not have been a love of the stage but a desire for eyeballs, lots of eyeballs, and he seemed to arrive at acting by a process of elimination: a sports injury left him unfit for college baseball, and a tin ear rendered him ineligible for rock stardom. \u201cI knew he wasn\u2019t cut out to live in South Knoxville,\u201d his sister Lynne said. \u201cBut I also knew that if he didn\u2019t do something grand he wasn\u2019t gonna have a penny. Because he wasn\u2019t<\/em> gonna work.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Knoxville rented a run-down apartment in Hollywood, where he embraced the region\u2019s historic economy of waiting tables, auditioning for commercials, and depositing checks from his mother. There were other odd jobs: hotel bellhop, mover, Little League umpire. A florist paid him to dress up as a pterodactyl and stand on Coldwater Canyon Avenue promoting the business. Knoxville was fired after forty-five minutes for humping a phone booth in the costume.<\/p>\n

He met Tremaine on the set of a music video. Although Knoxville didn\u2019t skate, he saw in Big Brother<\/em> a crew of adventurers whose inclinations overlapped with his own. The type of skating featured in the magazine required obsessive repetition, a demonic pain threshold, and a pirate\u2019s eye for identifying the types of public and private property best suited for plundering. You couldn\u2019t have engineered a better candidate pool for Knoxville\u2019s future gang, a better training camp for his cast.<\/p>\n

But it was more than that. Skating habituates a person to failure. The quantity of trial and error necessary to land a trick is enormous\u2014a person might try and fail a hundred times\u2014and it usually occurs before a pitiless jury of one\u2019s peers. How, in these circumstances, could anyone not develop a Zen-like sense of proportion around defeat? The mind-set translated seamlessly to \u201cJackass,\u201d where the biggest wipeout draws the biggest laugh.<\/p>\n

Knoxville pitched a story to Big Brother<\/em> about testing self-defense equipment, including a can of pepper spray, a stun gun, a Taser, and a bulletproof vest. The test subject would be the author. \u201cFilm it,\u201d Tremaine told Knoxville. The resulting tape shows a young man screaming on the ground after a blast of pepper spray, collapsing by force of Taser, writhing under a hundred and twenty thousand volts of stun gun. It sounds like footage that might be featured on a \u201c60 Minutes\u201d special about a crisis of risk-taking behavior in youth. But the Knoxville who appears onscreen\u2014twenty-seven years old, forged of rubber and courage, wrapped in an American flag as a cape\u2014is proof that charisma can enchant anything in its path. Yet another symmetry with skateboarding: \u201cYou can do the hardest trick, but if it looks robotic nobody wants to see it,\u201d Bam Margera, a cast member, told me. \u201cYou want to look like you\u2019re not burning calories. Like you\u2019re floating with no care in the world. Buttery, effortless, simple.\u201d<\/p>\n

Knoxville\u2019s hardest trick involved the bulletproof vest, which he planned to strap on and test by coaxing a friend to shoot him with a .38-calibre Smith & Wesson. The shooter backed out at the last minute, not wanting to implicate himself in a possible murder. The videographer also backed out, not wanting to implicate himself in a possible snuff film\u2014but not before Knoxville persuaded him to prop the camera on a surface and train it in the right direction. For extra protection, he stuffed a few porn mags under his Kevlar vest\u2014two copies of Hustler<\/em>, two copies of Leg World<\/em>\u2014then shot himself in the stomach. The tape shows him rearing back, catching himself from falling, and jumping into a getaway car. A powder burn is singed into his T-shirt. When Tremaine saw the footage, he called Spike Jonze. \u201cI think there\u2019s a TV show in here,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cJackass\u201d d\u00e9buted on MTV in 2000. Knoxville\u2019s cast was drawn almost entirely from skateboarding, and the cheap-and-fast aesthetic of the show was imported wholesale from skate videos. \u201cPeople like us could film what boys have been doing since the dawn of time,\u201d Dave Carnie, an editor at Big Brother<\/em>, said. \u201cYou know that Henry VIII, as a boy, was doing \u2018Jackass\u2019 shit. He just didn\u2019t have a camcorder.\u201d It was possible, Carnie said, to posit a crude material explanation for the genesis of the show: \u201cWe were dumb kids with new toys.\u201d<\/p>\n

The show was a quick hit and a quick flashpoint. A few months after it premi\u00e8red, a thirteen-year-old boy in Connecticut lit himself on fire in an apparent imitation of a sketch. At least two other copycat incidents followed. Senator Joe Lieberman, who was on a tear about violence in the media, prevailed upon MTV to cancel or reform the show. The network issued a statement disclaiming responsibility but noting that \u201cobviously we feel horrible when a young person does something to hurt themselves\u201d\u2014then proceeded to produce another season of a show in which young people did always and only that.<\/p>\n

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MTV brought on a safety supervisor to review stunt ideas. \u201cThis guy was trying to apply run-of-the-mill workplace OSHA<\/em> standards to anything and everything we wanted to do,\u201d Sean Cliver, a producer, said. There were tussles over stunts like \u201cPoo Diaper,\u201d in which Dave England, dressed in raggedy clothes, approaches a public trash can, digs around, retrieves a soiled diaper, and eats its contents. (The diaper had been pre-filled with chocolate pudding.) MTV strongly objected to \u201cPoo Diaper.\u201d Inevitably, the show\u2019s spectacular success had drawn eyeballs of the wrong kind. It seemed to Knoxville that the network suddenly had a lot of tedious opinions about the location of lines (everywhere) and the advisability of crossing them (almost never). After three seasons, he quit. The show was no longer fun, and he had bigger aspirations.<\/p>\n

\u201cJackass: The Movie\u201d was released in 2002 and grossed eighty million dollars worldwide. The third film, \u201cJackass: 3D,\u201d doubled that figure. Because \u201cOW!<\/em>\u201d is roughly the same in every language, bits like \u201cLamborghini Tooth Pull\u201d and \u201cThe Bungee Wedgie\u201d and \u201cAnaconda Ball Pit\u201d and \u201cAss Kicked by Girl\u201d and \u201cBeehive Tetherball\u201d transmitted laglessly across the globe. Each segment might have been subtitled \u201cThe Joy of Boys.\u201d The spectacle of play was intoxicating. \u201cPlay cannot be denied,\u201d the Dutch historian Johan Huizinga once wrote. \u201cYou can deny, if you like, nearly all abstractions: justice, beauty, truth, goodness, mind, God. You can deny seriousness, but not play.\u201d The gang went on tour, launched spinoffs, and rejoiced in the genesis of a novel female organism: the \u201cJackass\u201d groupie.<\/p>\n

Boys need fuel, of course. Along with cheeseburgers and beer\u2014Miller High Life sponsored the first two movies\u2014the cast gobbled mountains of drugs. \u201cJackass: The Movie\u201d was (unofficially) underwritten by analgesics. \u201cWe loved<\/em> pain pills,\u201d Knoxville said, adding that a rough encounter with a morphine lollipop eventually led him to a rule of never going beyond Vicodin. Success called for accelerants. \u201cAdderall drove the second and third films,\u201d Knoxville said. \u201cWe were highly focussed!\u201d I observed that most of the cast would seem medically eligible for Adderall, anyway. \u201cEveryone\u2019s got something<\/em>,\u201d Knoxville said. \u201cYou don\u2019t get footage like that without people having something.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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The \u201cJackass\u201d films don\u2019t aspire to the level of art, but they possess art\u2019s ability to change the way a person sees the world. Even if only for an hour after exiting the theatre, familiar landscapes sparkle with objects that might be toppled or ignited or thrown down a staircase. Suburban malls, city intersections, country roads: everything becomes a field of unexploded comic ordnance.<\/p>\n

On a Thursday afternoon, Knoxville was scheduled to go straight from a podcast interview to \u201cJimmy Kimmel Live!\u201d To ready himself for prime time, Knoxville had placed a dab of pomade in his hair and spoken on the phone with a producer for a few minutes. No other preparation was needed.<\/p>\n

Though he beat a straight path to fame, Knoxville bears no trace of the administrative neediness that afflicts many celebrities\u2014the constant requests for a bottle of water, a phone charger, a vape, an iced coffee, a reminder of what time it is. He replies to texts. He remembers birthdays. If Knoxville\u2019s \u201cJackass\u201d presence has the kind of detonative propulsion more typically observed in cephalopods and volcanoes than in human men, his private presence is reserved. What does he have to prove?<\/p>\n

When the podcast wrapped, Knoxville left the recording studio and slid into his 1970 Cadillac Eldorado, which sat in a parking lot sucking heat into its black interior. He turned the key. The Cadillac vibrated like a cat on a warm lap. There were ashtrays built into the armrests and a console-mounted eight-track.<\/p>\n

Even in Hollywood, a vintage Cadillac is an attention-grabbing vehicle. Halfway to \u201cKimmel,\u201d a cop car glued itself to our tail. \u201cWe\u2019re being followed,\u201d Knoxville said\u2014and then, under his breath, \u201cIt\u2019s because I\u2019m driving weird.\u201d The cruiser eased up alongside us. When the officer saw who was behind the wheel, he flashed a peace sign and moved on. Here is one way to measure a celebrity\u2019s approval rating: by whether an officer of the law is more or less likely to issue a ticket after clocking the driver\u2019s identity.<\/p>\n

At the lot, \u201cKimmel\u201d staffers in black suits showed Knoxville into an alley bookended by chain-link fences. Autograph seekers crested and frothed over the barriers, teetering on ladders they\u2019d dragged from home. \u201cIt\u2019s the same guys every time,\u201d a security guard told me. \u201cThey sell the autographs to whomever.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Happy to abet the hustle, Knoxville signed posters until a producer came out and corralled him inside.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a raccoon loose in the building,\u201d the producer told him.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, boy!\u201d Knoxville said.<\/p>\n

Discussion of the at-large raccoon continued into the greenroom, where a scented candle with a moody odor flickered on a side table. The producer sat down to review the run of show. Did Knoxville like the idea of doing something around the raccoon? He did. What if Knoxville came onstage holding a fake raccoon by the tail, claiming to have caught the bastard? Great!<\/p>\n

Knoxville is friendly with Kimmel and has appeared on the show twenty-one times. As people cycled in and out of the greenroom, one woman confessed that, despite knowing Knoxville for years, she still wasn\u2019t sure what to call him. Was it P.J.? Or Johnny? Or should she stick to Knoxville?<\/p>\n

This is a widespread area of uncertainty. \u201cI remember going through the entirety of shooting \u2018Jackass Forever\u2019 not knowing what to call him,\u201d Emily Ting, his wife, said. (Ting worked as a costume designer on the last two films.) It doesn\u2019t help that he signs e-mails, and sometimes texts, with \u201cSe\u00f1or Tango\u201d or \u201cPuddin\u2019\u00a0\u201d or \u201cthe South Knoxville Strong Boy\u201d or \u201cAbraham Lincoln Jenkins\u201d or \u201cEdward James Almost.\u201d Because fame exempts Knoxville from the standard rite of a formal introduction, a surprising number of people in his orbit resort to evasion. (\u201cHey, man\/amigo\/buddy.\u201d) For the most recent film, Ting landed on a policy of calling her husband P.J. at home and Knoxville at work.<\/p>\n

When the taping began, everyone migrated to a holding pen with a bar and tasteful arrangements of cacti. Knoxville got a whiskey and watched from a monitor. A fake raccoon zoomed around Kimmel\u2019s stage in a tiny car full of walnuts.<\/p>\n

When summoned by the producer, Knoxville presented himself to Ting for final outfit approval, then left. He reappeared seconds later on the monitor, holding the raccoon. \u201cI caught him,\u201d he told Kimmel, dangling the prop animal. \u201cHe\u2019s not dead. He just got into my whiskey backstage. Let him sleep it off.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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The bit worked. Watching Knoxville enter performance mode was like watching a glass of still water become carbonated. Same flavor, but tingly.<\/p>\n

After \u201cKimmel\u201d wrapped, Knoxville got back in the Cadillac and drove to In-N-Out for a snack. He nosed the car into the drive-through line, drawing stares as he nosed\u2014some for the vehicle, some for the driver. Mostly male stares. A teen-age boy stepped up to the passenger window and leaned in to take his order.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne hamburger with tomato, lettuce, and mustard,\u201d Knoxville said. \u201cFries, please. And a cup of water.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOnion?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

The teen-ager squinted. \u201cYou look familiar. Are you famous, by any chance?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cActually, completely<\/em> by chance!\u201d Knoxville improvised.<\/p>\n

\u201cJackass Forever,\u201d which came out in 2022, was meant to be the final installment. Twelve years had passed since the previous film\u2014an eternity in Hollywood, and in the biological lives of stuntmen. Knoxville wasn\u2019t sure if audiences would care about the high jinks of middle-aged men. But the film was another hit, grossing eighty million dollars worldwide. Instead of the usual I-can\u2019t-believe-they\u2019re-doing-that reaction, audiences reacted with I-can\u2019t-believe-they\u2019re-still<\/em>-doing-that: a minor but effective update. Midway through filming, Knoxville decided to stop dyeing his hair, which had turned white in his twenties. A visibly wrinkled and graying cast, it turned out, only underlined what \u201cJackass\u201d had promised all along: that men can be boys at any age.<\/p>\n

The film was released in the twilight of the #MeToo movement, when male self-scrutiny was at its most squeamish. As countless books and articles palpated the question of whether it was possible to be an unproblematic man, \u201cJackass Forever\u201d offered its own (totally unintended) solution to the crisis of masculinity: just don\u2019t become a man. Get off the train at the \u201cboy\u201d stop and proceed no further. Cultural expectations of men change at lightning speed, but boys will be boys will be boys. That\u2019s one reason the \u201cJackass\u201d movies have aged well\u2014or, rather, have not aged at all. They belong to the world of \u201cWhat, me worry?\u201d and \u201cLooney Tunes\u201d and the rampaging ding-dongs of Bruegel\u2019s \u201cChildren\u2019s Games.\u201d<\/p>\n

Though the movies reject machismo, they still revel in punishment. Steve-O described the cast as \u201cattention whores battling for screen time. The more terrible the thing that happens to you, the more likely you\u2019ll make the cut.\u201d You don\u2019t have to be a sociologist to recognize the hazards of this dynamic. If the respect of a person\u2019s peers\u2014not to mention his paycheck and access to SAG<\/em> health insurance\u2014hangs on his willingness to rupture a testicle with a pogo stick, the notion of \u201cconsent\u201d wobbles. The jackasses are friends, accomplices, and rivals. Together, they\u2019ve had fun and made gobs of money and partied their brains out, but they\u2019ve also harmed each other irreparably.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Among the cast it is tacitly acknowledged that Knoxville is the chief instigator of damage. \u201cEven in the most serious of situations,\u201d Sean Cliver said, \u201cKnoxville can\u2019t help himself if he sees an opening.\u201d By \u201copening,\u201d Cliver meant the opportunity to pitch an object at someone else\u2019s nuts. \u201cWe\u2019re all so P.T.S.D.\u2019d from this over the years that we could be standing at a funeral and most everyone would still have one hand cupped over their groin.\u201d Nobody is safe on set. \u201cYou gotta keep your wits about you,\u201d Preston Lacy, a cast member, said. \u201cStay vigilant. Like a fighter pilot.\u201d When I asked Spike Jonze if there was any way to declare oneself off-limits from Knoxville\u2019s sprees, he had to stop and think hard about the question. \u201cNot that I\u2019m aware of,\u201d Jonze finally said. \u201cNo, I\u2019m pretty sure there\u2019s not. It\u2019s a little stressful, especially if you\u2019re operating a camera.\u201d<\/p>\n

Certain people, Cliver said, have had to \u201cdistance themselves\u201d from Knoxville, because \u201cwhen he sets his mind to a prank there really are no bounds to what he can dream up.\u201d In 2024, a segment producer from a non-\u201cJackass\u201d show brought a lawsuit alleging that Knoxville had nonconsensually chased him down and Tased him, resulting in a number of injuries. (The case has been settled.) \u201cAll play is a voluntary activity,\u201d Huizinga, the historian, wrote. It can only be conducted by choice and in freedom. You can\u2019t compel someone to play, especially with a conducted-energy weapon.<\/p>\n

If Knoxville has a sadistic streak, his cruelest target is always himself. \u201cI have treated a boxer, football players, other athletes,\u201d David Kipper, Knoxville\u2019s physician of two decades, told me. \u201cBut nothing like him. Knoxville\u2019s injuries are not a consequence of his work. In some ways, they are the purpose of his work.\u201d Of his patient\u2019s many exotic ailments, it was the urethral tear, in 2008, that stood out to the doctor. The injury occurred during a botched motorcycle stunt. \u201cNow, if you\u2019re a guy and you hear the phrase \u2018self-catheterization,\u2019 you start crossing your legs,\u201d he said. Knoxville had to catheterize himself multiple times a day for more than three years. \u201cHe was so laissez-faire,\u201d Kipper said. \u201cThat was pretty manly of him.\u201d He added, \u201cAmazingly, he was still able to make babies after the injury.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Because daredevilry is not a sport and has no rules, there is no consensus on what might constitute a career-ending injury. Kipper advised Knoxville to hang up the cape in 2022, when his patient suffered a severe concussion and a brain hemorrhage while filming \u201cJackass Forever.\u201d In the stunt, Knoxville steps into a bullring with a flourish. The bull charges and hits his target, flipping Knoxville roughly five hundred and forty degrees in the air. Those who were present remember it in snapshots: the crack of skull against hard-packed dirt, the crumple of Knoxville\u2019s body, the medics who disregarded their customary order to hover off camera. Knoxville remembers almost nothing.<\/p>\n

The months that followed, he said, were a period of \u201calmost sliding off the earth.\u201d Knoxville\u2019s mind turned to guacamole. His speech declined; he avoided friends; his second marriage ended. Trips to Tijuana lasted longer than they should have. He took antidepressants for the first time in his life. \u201cHere\u2019s a dark reality,\u201d Steve-O said. \u201cMy father is eighty-three years old, and every time I speak with him I\u2019m searching for any indication that his cognitive awareness has diminished and that dementia is setting in. It\u2019s really dark and messed up that I have those same antennae up in every conversation I have with Knoxville.\u201d<\/p>\n

Interviewers occasionally ask Knoxville if he worries about chronic traumatic encephalopathy\u2014or, as the podcaster Dax Shepard put it, \u201cwhatever the football thing is.\u201d In these conversations, Knoxville will acknowledge that C.T.E. is an area of concern, and that it cannot yet be diagnosed in a living person. Sometimes he\u2019ll crack a little joke about it, saying, \u201cI didn\u2019t win any awards for my brain scans.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dave Carnie told me that \u201cJackass\u201d was \u201cbest appreciated without giving it too much thought.\u201d Knoxville himself excels at selective underthinking. The bull hit was not his first scrap with the animal that day. In an earlier take, the bull had charged and struck him\u2014but not, in Knoxville\u2019s opinion, hard enough for strong footage, so he\u2019d insisted on a second round. And that was the end. During his six months of recovery, Knoxville found within himself a previously undetected shred of the self-preservation instinct. The days of bulls and rockets and demolition derbies were over.<\/p>\n

In May, I attended a test screening of \u201cJackass: Best and Last\u201d at the Paramount lot. The theatre was stocked with members of the target demo: men aged sixteen to forty. There were baseball hats and hand tattoos, mustaches hesitantly attempted and manfully achieved. There was even a mini altercation: just before showtime, two young men spotted each other across the room, hissed in confrontation, affected to converge, submitted to the calming attempts of bystanders, and took their seats.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Knoxville entered the room as the lights went down. He sat in the center of the fourth row and propped a clipboard on his lap. The screen lit up. \u201cJackass: Best and Last\u201d mixes new and old footage, and the earlier clips are electrified by Knoxville\u2019s cult-leader mania. In the new footage, which was filmed across five days in Santa Clarita, he emits a geniality that can visibly fade into resignation.<\/p>\n

In the first ten minutes of the movie, someone offscreen asks Knoxville how he feels. \u201cI\u2019m sad,\u201d he replies. No kidding.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a Hemingway story, \u201cThe Undefeated,\u201d about a veteran bullfighter who can\u2019t keep himself out of the ring. Having barely recovered from a nasty injury, the bullfighter begs a promoter to give him a fight. The promoter agrees. With cash advance in hand, the bullfighter meets a friend at a bar. The friend warns him\u2014over and over\u2014that he\u2019s too old to get in the ring. \u201cWhat do you keep on doing it for?\u201d the friend asks.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d the bullfighter says. The next night, he is gored.<\/p>\n

About the past, Knoxville is almost mystically serene. He doesn\u2019t complain about back pain. He doesn\u2019t dwell on mistakes. He\u2019s fond of sayings like \u201cThe toothpaste is already out of the tube.\u201d Unlike other cast members, he\u2019s never once had a nightmare about filming \u201cJackass.\u201d His wife says that he laughs in his sleep.<\/p>\n

When he worries at all, he worries about the future. What will happen now that he can\u2019t play the way he used to? Will the appetite fade from want of opportunity or explode from lack of outlet? If Johnny can\u2019t run, what\u2019s left?<\/p>\n

Part of him finds the question ridiculous. These days, Knoxville behaves like a person with plenty to lose. He spends time with his family. He eats protein and steamed vegetables, goes on walks and hikes, drinks water. He takes finasteride to support hair growth. He moisturizes. On a pretty evening in June, with the Cadillac parked near Sunset under a strawberry sky, he talked through the many wonders life has dropped in his lap. \u201cEverything\u2019s happened at a fortunate time,\u201d he said, gazing out the window at a man dressed as a pirate. \u201cI\u2019m finally happy. I\u2019m in a really great place. My kids are growing up. They\u2019re flourishing. I\u2019ve met the person I\u2019m supposed to be with. What more can you want?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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He scarcely paused before answering his own question.<\/p>\n

\u201cI do miss it sometimes. But I\u2019m trying not to.\u201d<\/p>\n

Knoxville doesn\u2019t keep track of how many bones he\u2019s broken, but he\u2019ll tell anyone who listens about his sixteen concussions\u2014not to boast, but from some idea that saying the absurd number out loud will dampen his longing for stunts. \u201cI\u2019m still not there yet, and maybe I never will be,\u201d he said. \u201cI guess it\u2019s the price I\u2019ll pay for trying to make cartoons come to life.\u201d\u00a0\u2666<\/p>\n

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