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The Love Guru

a film by Marco Schnabel

I must admit to having quite low expectations going into The Love Guru, which I suppose means I wasn't all that disappointed coming out. Now don't get me wrong, Mike Myers is a truly funny guy. The mere appearance of his face and I spew out a guffaw or two. The way he bats his eyes and constantly breaks that fourth wall and gives us all a wink and a nod has the feeling of watching Oliver Hardy and Peter Sellers' love child at comic work and play. But still, even with this inherent comic foreplay working in his favour, I walked into the screening of Love Guru as if I were walking into the gas chamber. Knowing full well that Myers was not about to repeat the resplendent innocence of the first Wayne's World or the coyly satiric googly-eyes of the original Austin Powers or the oft-overlooked subtle brilliance of So I Married an Axe Murderer (sort of Hitchcock with a laughtrack) I sat down third row center and held my breath. Hoping for the best but fearing the worst. And then, imagine that, I was surprised after all - it was even worse than I expected!

Filled to beyond the rim with enough dick jokes to choke a...let's just leave that analogy alone. Repugnantly hackneyed to the core, The Love Guru, even when trying to be warm and fuzzy (Myers actually takes stock in the whole Hollywood guru craze that has most of Southern California chanting om and most of its "gurus" laughing all the way to the bank) is nothing but low brow bathroom humour from beginning to agonizing end. The once-Sellers-esque Myers has flushed his talent down the toilet and excremented his way to the very tippy-top of odious dick-obsessed repulsion. Though with a few (and very far between) moments of frivolity throughout - a running Mariska Hargitay joke, a bizzaro Bollywood-esque final credits version of The Steve Miller Band's The Joker, Justin Timberlake with his dick in (and way out of) a box - this film falls, as did the second and third Austin Powers films, into a cess pool of dick jokes and shit gags, culminating with full-on pachyderm porn. Aiming way below the belt and pandering to a target audience weened on "South Park" and "Jackass", and (probably purposely) missing the boat on the satiric opportunity to lampoon the whole idea of gurus, Myers (with the aid of gun-for-hire director Marco Schnabel) lets his comic talent go so far off course, that he may never get it back. [06/20/08]

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