WHEN YOU ARE A MAN, SOMETIMES YOU WEAR STRETCHY PANTS IN YOUR ROOM. IT'S FOR FUN: So despite Matt's warning, we went to see Nacho Libre last night. It is not a great movie, though it's certainly funny in parts.
Jack Black has this Belushi-like talent of being able to draw a laugh just from moving his eyebrows . . . but in this movie, you feel like it's more Black Being Black than having anything to do with his character. He indeed does break character a lot, and so while you enjoy it at the time (esp. in a pre-fight scene), you feel kinda dirty about it afterwards given how often it happens. And the other characters just aren't that interesting, not fleshed out at all, and as a result so many formulaic elements that you'd expect to see (the lesson learned early on that helps Black win The Big Fight, etc.) never materialize.
Speaking of formula: this movie tracks School of Rock in a lot of ways, only not nearly as good: the forbidden craft, the children in-the-know, the never-more-than-platonic love interest, etc. It's time for Black to move on.
Best trailer, btw? Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby. God willing, Will Ferrell is back.
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