Unlike pigs, time does fly; or, unlike Travis Pastrana, Johnny Knoxville does not backflip. Yes, unbelievable though it may seem, 10 years ago, maybe not to the day but close enough for idiomatic horseshoes and hand grenades purposes, our fearless leader rose to the Evel Knievel occasion and, well, fell considerably short, you could say. But not only did he fall short, a motorbike basically fell on his crotch in the stunt gone rightly wrong process. Typically this would be considered gold—at least in the footage sense—but it also resulted in a lot of blood as well. Not just any blood, mind you, but dick blood! Jesus. What a horrifying thing to type, much less happen for real, but happen it did and thus did Knoxville supply the closer to an oddball release that supplemented the kick-off of the unfortunately short-lived "jackassworld" site in 2008.
If you're unfamiliar with anything I'm talking about, it all began in very late 2007, when BMX legend Mat Hoffman pitched the idea of a “Tribute to Evel Knievel,” where a bunch of guys came together to break all sorts of hairball records with daredevil panache. Since this couldn’t be done live in New York City during the coordinated 24-hours-of-bad-ideas-on-MTV launch of jackassworld.com, a separate production company was hired to film a pre-taped special all unto its own on location in Oklahoma with Mat, Travis Pastrana, Trigger Gumm, Allen Cooke, Scott Palmer, Midget Mike, Mini-bike Spike, and a few others hell bent for bike leathers.
Of course Knoxville is never one to sit idly by on the sidelines of fun, so it wasn't long before he was getting a crash course on how to backflip a motorbike. The one thing Pastrana sternly advised him NOT to do under any circumstances, though, was to let go of the bike. But that’s exactly what Knoxville did once he finally made it to the dirt jump. Up, up, up the bike went, and then down, down, down it came straight onto his pee-pee. One pair of scary bloody long johns later, he was taken to the hospital with a torn urethra and rewarded with his very own piss-bag and catheter combo. And boy oh boy did he have lots of fun with that in the weeks (and years!) to follow, perhaps more fun than one man with an injured penis ever could… or should? Anyway, it was from this fateful accident that the wheels were set in motion for what would eventually become Nitro Circus, or at least the Dickhouse-partnered version that would leave one hell of a carbon footprint on MTV throughout 2009.
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It's that festive time of year again where we bring you some semi-biased gift-giving and get-me-this ideas that are near and dear to our collective heart. Most all can be bought with a simple click and a valid credit card, so knock back some eggnog and do your online shopping part to keep this cyber economy butt-chugging along. Why? Because we're all in this together!
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Feeling dumb? Need to be learned? We've got documentaries coming out the wazoo to enlighten you about the world we live in and the kick-ass people that populate it. First, go big with BMX legend and all around awesome human Mat Hoffman on The Birth of Big Air. Then go even bigger with the larger than life personality of Evel Knievel in the aptly titled Being Evel. And to totally go out of the world—or at least as near to out of this world as you could get as a truck driver and exotic pet dealer who moonlighted as an amateur astronaut in a time when space was still very spacey—with the tragic yet inspiring tale of Nick Piantanida and Angry Sky. All directed or produced by Captain Kickass himself, Jeff Tremaine.
If you're feeling sinister, please bypass the minister and go straight to gingkopress.com for a big, square, coffee table book of shit that details (sort of) the chronological history of Big Brother skateboard magazine—all the way from crappy Issue #1 in 1992 to the last gasp on Issue #106 in 2004. What does this have to do with the price of a corporate tea in Starbucks? Well, to put it bluntly, without our origins at Big Brother it's likely that the course of mankind would not have been sullied or altered from its upwardly mobile course by a little thing called jackass and all the dumb shit to follow (including a full blown documentary on the magazine that will be debuting on Hulu next year). Buy this book if only for the exclusive new piece written by Chris Pontius, because every penny is worth it for that alone.
And lastly, of course, we have the wildcard (and thematic!) gift for the person who has everything, especially stress, and needs an adult coloring book to sooth the pottymouth beast within. Don't be a tool and just give them the book, though, because nothing is more annoying than getting one gift that requires another item to be purchased to actually use the damn thing. It's kind of like giving someone a vibrating pocket dildo without the batteries, but in this instance, markers or colored pencils would be a most welcome accompaniment so do the right thing.
Mat Hoffman recently celebrated the 25th anniversary of Hoffman Bikes, a company he founded in 1991 when all others had decreed the sport to be deader than a spent mongoose. But Mat had plans. Big plans. I mean, obviously he had big plans, because when has Mat ever had small plans? That's just silly. Mat doesn't do anything small! Rick Kosick gets the skinny straight from the President of Hoffman Bikes himself...
RK: First off, I would like to say congratulations on your 25th anniversary of Hoffman Bikes.
MH: Boom! Thank you, sir.
When you started your company did you see it lasting 25 years?
I didn’t really think about it, because I didn’t really start it as a business. I started it more as a necessity. I needed a bike that I could trust my life with and I needed to make my own equipment so I could push the sport to where I wanted to push it.
One of my favorite words in the whole wide world of language is "fuck," so how nice it is to wrap out our dot com year on Gorilla Flicks with this spotlight on the art of Gina Hoffman. Hoffman? Yes, that Hoffman. Gina is the sister of our good friend and BMX legend Mat Hoffman, both of whom have found themselves on divergent artistic avenues in life. Rick Kosick gets the scoop…
Kosick: How did you get started doing your paintings?
Gina: I started painting words in college, but I was definitely on a college budget with butcher paper from the grocery store and kid’s paint. It seems life is always at its most turbulent when I dive back in, you know?
Absolutely. It’s a way to express yourself. How did you come up with the artistic direction you’re in at the moment?
When I paint the words I’ve usually gone through a rough time, and when you paint the word FUCK it’s like saying that word over and over and over again for hours. It’s an extended way of expressing the word and, in a way, exorcises what you are feeling that word about. So it’s a way for me to feel that completely and deeply and feel better about it.
Yes, it's that time of the year when we make wholly biased recommendations on items you should buy to give friends, loved ones, countrymen, and creepy uncles. Warning: These gifts may cause recipients to experience a host of side effects, including sexual dysfunction, dry mouth, nausea, headache, diarrhea, nervousness, restlessness, agitation, increased sweating, weight gain, insomnia and drowsiness. Gift at your own risk.
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You know how the go-to staples of the Periodic Table of Elements are like oxygen, helium, hydrogen, and boron, right? Well, think of jackass just like that but in an Oxford English dictionary way used to illustrate the words dumb, stupid, idiot, and moron. But in a good way. A fun way. An all in good fun way! From the prehistoric days of the television series on MTV to the ridiculously advanced production value of turd dementia in the third dimension, jackass has always had that something special—call it a joie de vivre or tas de merde—that many have attempted to imitate but never succesfully replicate. So spread some joy and gift someone in the junk with an unrated three-pack or one of the other testaments to dumb.
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To celebrate the theatrical release and availability of Being Evel on iTunes today, Rick Kosick secured this exclusive interview with Hollywood movie star Johnny Knoxville, a producer and primary voice of the documentary about the man, the myth, the bad ass legend—Evel Knievel.
Rick Kosick: So what does Evel Knievel mean to you?
Johnny Knoxville: He was a living superhero, you know? Like you grew up watching cartoons of superheroes and here comes a real one. He was a big inspiration to me, because no one was doing that before he was doing it. There were some stuntmen that did car jumps, Joie Chitwood and those guys, but no one did that on a motorcycle before Evel. So he opened up a whole new way of thinking. It’s kind of like the first time I read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson. It blows the top of your head off. That’s what Evel did for me. Just opened up everything.
He was mostly featured on ABC’s Wide World of Sports, right?
He was doing stunt shows for a while. First it was “Evel Knievel and his Motorcycle Daredevils,” it was him and these other guys, and no one was really showing up. Then he went out on his own, and still not that many people were showing up, but he knew Wide World of Sports was going to be filming an event in California. So he was like, “I have to get on Wide World of Sports because if I get a little recognition then people will start showing up.” And that helped a lot, but what really helped was Caesers Palace. That really put him on the map.
What year was that?
I think ’67? But the first time he jumped in a show was when he was working at this Honda place in Moses Lake. He wanted to sell motorcycles, so he staged this event where he was gonna jump over some cougars and rattlesnakes. He did the jump, but his back tire came down on the box of rattlesnakes. They all got out and started heading in all directions. Everyone started scattering. But he was such a salesman. That’s one of the great qualities about him. He was very sharp, very street smart, but he was like P.T. Barnum as far as being a salesman. He was a storyteller and a historical bullshitter in the best sense. But when it came to stunts, he was a man of his word.
There’s a part in Being Evel where he’s talking to Dick Cavett and he’s like, “I’ve been called a lot of things: a con man, a hustler, but when you head down that white line and hit that jump you better have made your peace with God because a con man is not going to get you there.” I really like that moment in the film, because he was a con man and a hustler but he never backed down when it came to the stunts. If he said he was going to do it, he did it. I do stunts on a much different level than he did obviously—there’s Evel Knievel and then way down on the list there’s me—but if I said I was going to do it, I do it. And that’s because of Evel.
How did you get involved with Being Evel?
We were doing Bad Grandpa when the Oscar-winning director Daniel Junge came to us and asked us if we wanted to do it with him. Jeff and I thought about it for a moment and decided we should do it and that Mat Hoffman should do it with us. We felt it was an important documentary and we wanted to make sure the story was told in the right way. We wanted to be honest about his life, too, because he had some pretty harsh sides to him as well. We didn’t want to gloss over that, but we also didn’t want to make a documentary about the worst things a man ever did. We just wanted to give the most complete picture and still keep it entertaining.
So for someone who didn’t know anything about Evel’s legacy, what would they learn about him in Being Evel that they might not expect?
Obviously I’m a huge fan of the daredevil side of him, but what I love most about the film is the life he lived before he started jumping. The hustler, small-time con character. You could have made a whole documentary about Evel before he started jumping motorcycles. He did his first jump at 25 over the cougars and rattlesnakes, but when he was 19 he was a great athlete. He was a ski jumper, he rode motocross, and he started a semi-pro hockey team called the Butte Bombers at 19 years old. It was the middle of the Cold War, and like a year or two into his team he convinced the Czechoslovakian National team to come to Butte, Montana, to scrimmage the Bombers. And they came! And they demolished the Bombers like, I don’t know, 22-3, some score like that. Evel would go out onto the ice between each period and he go, “The Czechoslovakian delegation is a little larger than we had anticipated, can you please pass the hat around and give them a little money.” So they did, but when the third period came around Evel left the ice. And when he left the ice, that hat of money disappeared and all the receipts from the game disappeared. It was so fucked that the Czechs couldn’t get out of Butte because they had no money. The U.S. Olympic committee had to get the Czechs out of Butte because they had no other way. Everyone knew that Evel did it, but they could never prove it. All the time around Butte when Evel was growing up, like bars were getting robbed, safes were getting cracked, but they could never prove he did it. And maybe if they could prove he did it, he was so charismatic everyone was probably like, “Oh, That guy? Let’s forget it.”
Also, we finally reveal the truth about Snake River, about whether he released the parachute or not. You can see what a shit show Snake River was. It was completely out of fucking control. Evel was pretty much out of control, too. Publicity-wise, it was a nightmare for him. I think one reporter said, “This weekend Evel Knievel is going to jump Snake River canyon … and the canyon is the sentimental favorite.” He was a little unhinged during Snake River, but I mean, the guy was staring at certain death.
You don’t think it was possible to make?
They did two tests. One was meant to fail, because he wanted to drum up publicity, and the second test went right into the water—and if it goes into the water he dies. I think the chance of survival on Snake River was about 5-percent. And that’s going to put you on edge. I’m not excusing all his behavior at Snake River, but you gotta take into account what that would be like. But by god he said he was going to do it and he did. The winds were blowing too hard that day for him to do it, and everyone was trying to call it off, but Evel was like, “I can’t back out now. Too much has been said. They’d call me a coward. I’m going and that’s it.” So that probably put his chances down to 3-percent.
If he would’ve made Snake Canyon, where do you think he’d have gone from there?
He was constantly having to try and top himself, so I don’t know … maybe it’s good. But he didn’t stop there. Everyone thought he was going to retire after that, but he jumped Wembley, which besides Caesers Palace was the worst injuries he ever sustained jumping. One of my favorite stories from Wembley is, the landing was off and he just eats shit all the way down the runway. He’s rolling on the ground, the bike is trailing him, and it ends up falling on him. Everyone runs to him and they’re “Oh my god, Evel, are you all right?!” Evel is laying on the ground and they’re like, “What do you need, Evel?” He’s like, “Frank, Frank…” Frank Gifford is the announcer, and Frank and Evel had a great amount of respect for each other, so they’re like, “Frank! Frank! C’mere, Evel needs to talk to you!” Frank runs over. “Yeah, Evel?” He’s like, “Frank… will you do me a favor?” “Anything, Evel. You name it.” “Can you get that broad out of my room?” Ha ha ha… So good.
Who are some of your favorite modern day daredevils with the Evel Knievel spirit?
When I think modern day Evel Knievels, I think Mat Hoffman. He is a big hero of mine. Obviously Travis Pastrana has that spirit. You know, it’s the people that look at things a little bit differently. Robbie Maddison—that surfing thing was one of those things that just blew the top of my head off. Cuz I saw the photo and I was like, “That’s fuckin’ fake,” and then here comes the video and I’m like, “What is going on…” That was like the spirit and balls of Evel Knievel but with the creativity of Buster Keaton. Seth Enslow, I love Seth Enslow… that Crusty Demons of Dirt footage where they’re out in the sand dunes and he goes off a jump and falls and falls and falls—he fell so long a bird built a nest in his ass before he hit the ground. And that’s no lie. That’s a true story. He just ate total shit.
Some of your stunts on jackass throughout the years could easily have been inspired by Evel. What are some of your favorites?
I don’t know… when I think of favorites from jackass I think we all have all have the ones we like the most: Ryan sticking the toy car up his ass in the first movie --
You think that was in the name of Evel Knievel? Do you really think Evel would appreciate that?
No, no. But I remember one time when jackass first came on, ESPN was giving an award to Mat Hoffman and Mat asked us to present it to him onstage. So everyone was pretty well into their cups that evening. From what I remember it was me, Pontius, Wee-Man, somehow Chris Nieratko came onstage, maybe Dave England and Steve-O were there, I can’t fucking remember, but I’m going to do the talking, you know, how we feel about Mat Hoffman and what award we’re giving him. So as soon as we walk out onstage, someone kicks Wee-Man from behind and he goes skidding across the stage on his stomach. Pontius is following close behind wearing nothing but a thin belt, he’s completely naked and doing a helicopter with his cock. And Chris Nieratko, the whole time I’m trying to fucking do the intro, he’s trying to puke, putting his finger down his mouth. But Evel Knievel was in the audience that night. I think it was part of a whole “Evel Knievel Spirit Award” type of thing, and from what I heard he was not very happy about how ugly we acted. So my one chance to meet Evel Knievel, I fucked it up.
So you never got to meet the man?
No. But, uh, sorry about that night, Evel. Ha ha ha…
Left to right:Justin Moore-Lewy, Kelly Knievel, Jeff Tremaine, Johnny Knoxville, Mat Hoffman, and Daniel Junge.
Last night we were all able to relive a bit of the awesome and wonder of our '70s childhoods with the Hollywood premiere of Being Evel—Evel, of course, being Evel Knievel, the American icon and daredevil known for his crazy stunts, larger-than-life behavior, and big time love for all things emblazoned in red, white, and blue. Directed by Oscar-winner Daniel Junge and produced by Johnny Knoxville, Jeff Tremaine, Mat Hoffman, Justin Moore-Lewy, and Brendan Kiernan, Being Evel first appeared on the cinema scene earlier this year at Sundance, where the documentary was met with critical acclaim, and it's now set to blaze across the world this Friday, August 21st, with a limited theatrical release and widespread availability on iTunes. For now, here's a smattering of the faces that were in attendance to kick-off this thoroughly enjoyable and boldly honest portrayal of the legendary life and times of Evel Knievel…
Left to right: Tremaine with special effects maestro Elia Popov; Wee Man meets the press with some hands-on; Dave England does his red carpet duty.
Left to right: Executive producer George Hamilton with one of Evel's original motorcycle leathers; Red carpet selfie-in-action with Tremaine, Knoxville, Daniel Junge, and Hoffman; Tremaine goes tan-to-tan with George Hamilton.
Left to right: Tremaine and Hoffman get posey with Evel's son and daughter Kelly and Alicia Knievel; England and Wee Man get posey with Evel's motorcycle.
Left to right: Donnie "Money Shot" Anderson and Andy "Sweatpants Media" Bell; Barry "Symbolism" Smoler and Knate "Knew Mutants" Gwaltney; Knoxville with his daughter Madison.
Left to right: Introductions are important as Knoxville, Daniel Junge, Mat Hoffman, Tremaine, and George Hamilton do the Being Evel honors; Evel's big red, white, and blue truck was on display out front the Arclight theater on Sunset Blvd.
Left to right: Rental moguls and editing buddies Steven Gatto and Seth Casriel wait in line for a look inside Evel's truck; Wee Man emerges from within Evel's truck; Donnie Anderson and Anna get handsy with Evel's cane inside Evel's truck.
Left to right: A pre-lasted Lacey Reilly; After party Evel memorabilia on display; After party props Donna Stack and Sean Cliver.
Left to right: Closing the night out strong with Wee Man and Tremaine; Party boys Chris Pontius, Rick Kosick and Wild and Wonderful Whites wrangler Julien Nitzberg (not to mention an extremely shady Guch in the background).
When it came time to schedule this week's interview there was really only one choice: BMX legend Mat Hoffman. After all, the latest of ESPN's 30 for 30 series to be directed by Tremaine, Angry Sky, premieres tonight at 8pm EST / 5pm PST (with an encore PST presentation at 7:30pm), and Mat played a significant role in getting the story of Nick Piantanida from the pages of Magnificent Failure: Free Fall from the Edge of Space to its now feature length documentary state. So, without further ado, take it away, Rick!
Rick Kosick: When did you first learn about Nick Piantanida?
Mat Hoffman: I got fascinated by him after I get hit by a semi-truck and couldn’t ride for a while. I was trying to figure out what I could do besides ride. I remember I was in an airport and I saw in some science magaizine that had an article about people who go to the stratosphere and test out these suits where they jump from space shuttles in the event of a problem. They could essentially jump from the shuttle and save their lives, and they were looking for people to test this. I was like, “This is it, I can fall in love with this!” But my wife Jaci balled up and got super depressed. She’s not seeing the joy and the fun and adventure—she’s seeing her husband die and body parts falling off.
So I started studying other people that were doing it, and at the time there was this 60-year-old guy from France who had an online countdown about him going up and doing it. The weather wasn’t right or something, so they ended up rescheduling a few times, but when everything was finally looking perfect, they had his capsule attached to the weather balloon and all of a sudden it just drifted away, putting them out of 250 grand. I was really hoping he would do it, because if a 60-year-old guy could do it, I thought I could too. He ended up not doing it at all, and I was so bummed. A friend who knew I was fascinated with this whole idea led me to the Magnificent Failure book, and I read it while on vacation in 2010 with my family in French Polynesia.
Last week, Tremaine and company descended upon New York City to attend the premiere of Angry Sky at the Tribeca Film Festival. What is this Angry Sky I speak of, you may ask? Well, even if you didn't, Angry Sky is the latest documentary to be directed by Tremaine for ESPN's celebrated 30 For 30 series, and it details the story of Nick Piantanida, a truck driver and exotic pet dealer from New Jersey who in 1965 decided he could join an elite group of men who had been to the final frontier—space. Although an avid parachutist and free fall skydiver, Nick had no formal training in aeronautics yet set out to take a balloon into the atmosphere and jump out at 123,500 feet, setting a world record as he free fell back to Earth. Nick's willpower and charisma would get him into space with the dream of turning him into what he always aspired to be: a true American hero—a lofty goal that would ultimately lead to his tragic end.
If any of this sounds vaguely familiar, it's probably because I once made mention of it all in a post dedicated to Tremaine's cloud photography. That, of course, was a different sort of "angry sky" deal, because it was all inspired by Tremaine's frustration with the high cost of stock sky photography. He was convinced he could do just as well with his own damn phone, and so inflamed he immediately set out to do so while on a location scout in Tampa Bay, Florida, for a Bud Light spot. The result was nothing short of ... well ... photos of the sky? With clouds? Click here to see!
Anyway, I'm really only prattling on to make adequate room for the Angry Sky poster image at right. The photo potpourri below comes courtesy of phones from Mat Hoffman, Lacey Reilly, Katie Doering, and maybe one or two others that had a hand in the production. Special thanks to everyone who made it out to the premiere that evening, especially the Piantanida clan!
You all know Mat Hoffman the BMX legend. Now meet Mat Hoffman the artist. I had no idea Mat was even dabbling in the paint—what with all the time he spends unconventionally flying the friendly skies—until he started posting these rad little time lapses on his Instagram [see below]. So I invaded his Oklahoman airspace to ask a few questions about his recent works.
When did you pick up the brush and how did you settle upon your subject matter and medium?
I first picked up a brush after I got ran over by a semi truck in 2007. I couldn’t ride for four years. My brain was spinning and I needed to find something passively risky that demanded focus. I never painted and I still don’t think I can … I just do? I first started with old poems I wrote and tried to paint the words, like “A Day in the Life,” “Instinct,” “Dream,” and “F-It.” Only “F-It” wasn’t a poem—it was from walking around in airports and hearing too much CNN during election time.
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you're able to charge on your card! At this time, we'd also like to thank the interweb hordes for annually feeding the online beast and giving Rob Dyrdek and Co. ample material to spotlight season after season. Talk about a gift that keeps on giving! So gift this and gift hard—so hard—and deck the shelves with seasons of 
for generations of peckins to enjoy because this shit just doesn't get old. 
is one of those things that will never go out of style because legends live forever. Plus, Mat's an all-around great guy, so it's awesome that ESPN gave him due credit for his contributive boost to the action sports world in a big, big, big way—hence the whole "Birth of Big Air" titling treatment.
to its now feature length documentary state. So, without further ado, take it away, Rick!
