Ignacio (Jack Black) was abandoned as a boy and left at a monastery orphanage in Oaxaca, Mexico. Now he’s the cook for the priests and the orphans who live there; serving up a daily heap of slop that passes for a meal. It’s topped off with chips from a restaurant that are left in a plastic bag in an alley each evening. Oh, yum. That’s how he got his nickname Nacho.

A beautiful new nun, Sister Encarnacion, has come to teach the boys and Nacho is anxious to invite her to his room to share toast in the evening; that is if he can keep his nemesis, one of the priests, away from her.

The monastery is tapped out financially and Nacho sees a way to make money to save the kids and make time with Encarnacion. He will become a "Luchadore," and wrestle for prize money. It’s sort of like tag-team wrestling, so he needs a partner. Also, the Catholic Church considers it a sin. But all the wrestlers wear masks and costumes, so Nacho Libre becomes a reality.

Nacho’s partner is Esquelito (Hector Jimenez), a skinny, dirty trash picker that the flies light on ¾ with good reason. Half the time he speaks with a Spanish accent and the other half it’s distinctly East Indian. And so it goes.

"Nacho Libre" missed the mark on humor and that’s the biggest sin, it’s not funny. As intended, it is completely politically incorrect. That can work (in talented hands), if it’s not also entirely insulting and shows no intelligence on the part of the filmmakers, no regard for the audience or those being defamed. We did not expect this from Jack Black.

We’re pretty sure the only reason this picture got made was because Jack Black’s name was attached to it. "Nacho Libre" sucks in a lot of hot air and spews out racism, all over nearly every scene. Stay away.