The Love Guru Reviews
If you're in the mood for a delightful tweak of today's self-actualizing New Age gurus, look elsewhere. If, on the other hand, you want to see gags about boogers, elephant poop, and mano-a-mano duels with mops drenched in urine, then this is for you.
Myers' shtick isn't for everyone, but I laughed. Looking around, however, I saw that my fellow critics were enjoying themselves as much as Gordon Brown on the beach at Southwold.
This is dangerous advice for a writer to give (talk about glass houses), but Mike Myers needs an editor. He needs someone with a fat red pen to scratch out a few of his worst bad habits.
Juvenile. Strained. This baggy tale of a loopy Deepak Chopra wannabe is all that and then some. The thing is it's also pretty funny as long as you know what you're in for.
With its scatological humor, penis jokes, feeble puns, and middle-school ideal of love, this Mike Myers vehicle exemplifies American comedy's continuing slide into infantilism.
In reality, The Love Guru isn't likely to offend anyone -- save, perhaps, audiences that prefer their comedy sophisticated, not sophomoric, and devoid of references to bodily functions.
No amount of mugging can salvage a collection of scattershot jokes clothes-pinned to such a slender plot. It's one thing to parody a cowboy or a detective or a spy, but is there a cultural consensus on what's funny about Third World spiritualists?