Matchbox? More like Matchballs from my scrotal point of view (or at least up until said ballbag was masked and confined to protective pentagram custody in accordance with ancient cabalistesticular standards and practices). But this is the kind of awesome scene when you know you've made it in life: a warm and sunny afternoon with the bros in the backyard just goofing around with a $150,000 Phantom HD Gold camera. Knoxville couldn't have been more out of his head than an ADHD diabetic in a candy story on this day, and a few of us still have the scarred memories to prove it (it's true... all you have to do is mention this day to Donny "Money Shot" Anderson and he'll instantly slump his "American and Proud" shoulders in abject shame). Sure, not everything shot that day landed on the big screen—most only made it as far as jackass 3.5, some only as far as the mid-chest region—but that's not what always matters most in our world (despite what certain Line Producers may say). Sometimes you just need to do things for the sake of science.
On that note, does anyone have a line on a portable black hole yet? Don't play dumb, because Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner used to employ them all the time, so we know they're out there.
P.S. A few of the more devout disciples of the rainbow may remember this (Knoxville's intial storyboard concept for what he was envisioning on-camera).
(Photo by Sean Cliver; Los Angeles, California 2010)