Should you be fortunate enough not to know the meaning of the term “dirty Sanchez,” I want to tell you two things:
1. Hi, Mom!
2. You will abhor this movie.
And if the phrase does reside within your vocabulary bank, you may abhor it anyway. As far as I know, Dirty Sanchez: The Movie is the only DVD release to come with its own branded barf bag, tucked into the case; its inclusion is fitting.
What the Jackass crew is to America, the Dirty Sanchez boys are to Great Britain, except that I truly love the Jackass movies. Among the four rabble-rousers of Sanchez, none possesses the likability of a Johnny Knoxville to help mitigate the utter douchebaggery of others. Combined with thought going into the pranks, having a Knoxville on the team makes all the difference. (The Jackass solo projects of Steve-O and especially Bam Margera support this theory.)
To quote one of the multitatted Sanchez-ers, “God, you kids will do some stupid things.” And not a one works as funny.
Those things include piercing a fingernail with a dart, squirting chili sauce into the eyes, Super Glue-ing one’s nostrils shut, shooting a pellet gun at one’s own penis and other acts of bodily harm. Unlike Jackass, this gang targets only one another; gone and missed are elaborate, Allen Funt-flavored gags that involve unsuspecting members of the public. (Sanchez plays “Guess the Ladyboy” in Thailand, but those dancers are willing participants, right down to showing the dong.)
In their place? Straight-up urinating — full stream ahead — on a slumbering cohort and allowing one’s face to be the recipient of another man’s shat-out beer enema. The “highlight” centers around one Sanchez teammate submitting to liposuction while awake, and the resulting sucked-out fat later gets knocked back in a shot glass and slurped up with a spoon. Of course the waste doesn’t stay down long, being vomited back up and into a waiting bucket; such is the circle of life. —Rod Lott