After bringing in more than $70 million in its opening weekend, comic book adaptation 300 made history as the highest grossing film debut for the month of March and the third highest opening for an R-rated movie (after The Passion of the Christ and The Matrix Reloaded). Without a single recognizable star among its cast and a fraction of the production budget, it also far outperformed the opening tallies of predecessors like Troy and Gladiator. It has been a long time coming, but Leonardo DiCaprio is finally all grown up—cinematically speaking, that is. Like a lot of conservative film critics, I was more than a little apprehensive to hear that anti-American conspiracy theorist Oliver Stone would be making a movie about 9/11. This is one review in which I will never have to issue the warning, "Spoiler Alert". Superman had to survive a lot more than the evil plotting of Lex Luthor to make it to the big screen this summer. First he had to survive the executives at Warner Bros. Jack Black stars as the titular Nacho, a half-Mexican, half-Scandinavian friar who spends his days making indigestible meals for orphans in the Oaxaca region of Mexico and his nights dreaming of becoming a great luchador, Latin America’s mask-wearing, freestyle professional wrestlers. When the beautiful Sister Encarnación (Ana de la Reguera) arrives at his monastery, Nacho decides he must prove his manly worth to her by making his dream a reality and using his winnings to buy the orphans better food. There’s an interesting dichotomy in Hollywood when it comes to interpreting Scripture on film. While they seem to have great regard for the bad news of the Bible (demonic possession, seven seals of pestilence and famine, and that whole end of the world thing), they don’t have much esteem for the good news (the whole Jesus dying on a cross to save us all from eternal damnation thing.)