They also seem much less trigger-happy than many news reports would have you believe.
Sacha Baron Cohen, in his 2006 "Borat" mockumentary, covered the same territory but ridiculed most of the Americans he encountered as humorless racist bumpkins. Knoxville's jokes are almost entirely on himself. Of course, he learned long ago that no one judges you in a strip club — the setting for one of his lewd pranks.
The scripted part of the film, written by director Jeff Tremaine, Spike Jonze and Knoxville, has Knoxville as just-widowed octogenarian Irving Zisman, who has to drive his grandson Billy (Jackson Nicoll) from Nebraska to North Carolina because Billy's mother, a crack addict, is going to jail for a parole violation.
Along the way, there's a hideous "funeral" for Irving's wife, an assortment of gags targeting woebegone convenience stores and a semi-intelligent stunt played on a parody-ripe beauty pageant for pre-teen girls.
Too many of Knoxville's jokes are at crotch level, however, to make this, in the end, anything other than material to be avoided.
The film contains full male nudity, sexual banter, constant references to body parts and functions and rough and crass language. The Catholic News Service classification is O – morally offensive. The Motion Picture Association of America rating is R – restricted. Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian.

Jensen is a guest reviewer for Catholic News Service.