The Love Guru (2008)

I am still comfortable believing Myers is a comic genius, but it's no where to be seen here.

The whole vaguely pitiable enterprise has tiny flickers of brilliance which can’t be denied, but almost can’t be detected, either.

Most jokes are centred around either genitalia or that Austin Powers-style of wink-nudge faux sexuality, which doesn't work at all with this character.

Dismal, laugh-free comedy that's actually painful to sit through, thanks to a badly conceived central character, a lazy script and Myers' incessant mugging.

At one point Kingsley’s character makes his pupils duel with mops soaked in his own urine. If you think that’s funny, be my guest.

Funny in fits and starts, though the fits are a little convulsive and the starts seldom come with a convincing ending or pay-off.

The puerile levels to which it sinks make even Goldmember, the crudest of the Austin Powers movies, look like Brief Encounter.

When not finding new names for willies, Myers – who also wrote the script – devotes the rest of the time to pitiful one-liners revolving around farting, snot and diarrhoea.

No child under 12 should have to undergo it. The same, mind you, goes for anyone over 12. Verdict: You'll hate it.

Beneath the disguise there lurks the spirit of Austin Powers, whose love of double entendres and fart gags remains present and politically incorrect. Which is exactly where and why The Love Guru falls down.