By Leah Rozen Michael Fleeman Liza Hamm
June 26, 2006 12:00 PM

Jack Black, Ana de la Reguera


The massive whomp that reverberates on the soundtrack every time Jack Black hits the canvas in this movie is a portent. Nacho Libre, directed and cowritten by Jared Hess (Napoleon Dynamite), falls thuddingly flat. It takes a sliver of an idea—a cook (Black) who lives in a Mexican monastery secretly tries his luck as a masked wrestler—and fails to develop it beyond squeezing Black into spandex, adding fart jokes and piling on the pratfalls. The movie plods along like an uninspired Saturday Night Live sketch tacked onto the end of the show only because a misguided guest star lobbied for it. (PG)