Jack Black, Hector Jimenez, Troy Gentile, Moises Arias, Lauro Chartrand
This highly anticipated collaboration between star Jack Black, his School of Rock
writer, Mike White, and Napoleon Dynamite
director Jared Hess certainly doesn't equal the best moments of their respective oeuvres, but neither is it an outright atrocity. It's just kinda there, content to spin a woozily whimsical story about a half-Lutheran, half-Catholic friar who finds a newfound self-respect (and some extra funding for his orphanage) by leading a double life as a Mexican wrestler. He's also looking to score points with a gorgeous nun (Ana de le Reguera), and thank God the script doesn't specify where in the hell he thinks that's going to get him. White's script is better at setting up amusing situations than in making them genuinely pay off, and the whole thing could even be construed as racist ' until you realize that everybody on the screen, American and Mexican alike, is lampooning stereotypes of south-of-the-border mythology rather than buying into them. It's the only aspect of the film that really works: Check out Black's absurdly trilling pronunciation of key phrases like 'stretchy pants.â?� And here I was sure his doggedly ironic schtick had outlived its tolerability.