Unironically into the entire bris sequence! Jeff Ross’s mohel cracking circumcision zingers before accidentally taking ketamine, Ricky Stanicky stepping in with a cigar clipper, my lord. That said, I expect a much higher gross-out quotient across the board. As a whole Ricky Stanicky is shapeless and inconsistent, never really figuring out how to balance the friendship schmaltz with the Farrellys’ signature toilet humour. Like, I don’t know if this is just Peter getting old, or perhaps housebroken after the Green Book win, but John Cena singing about jizz and William H. Macy jacking off invisible dongs just doesn’t cut it anymore. I’m also a bit perturbed by how much of this is dedicated to rehabilitating the reputation of an investment firm?