Do you remember Mike Myers? Well I suggest that you hold on to that memory and lock it tight inside you, because The Love Guru wants to destroy it.
| Original Score: 1/5
It's a rare film that makes a reviewer consider giving up the movies altogether. My own Waterloo came forty-five minutes into The Love Guru when I briefly considered stabbing out my own eyes so that I wouldn't have to watch it any more.
| Original Score: 2/10
The movie not only violates the Law of Funny Names (which are usually not funny), but rips it from the Little Movie Glossary and tramples it into the ice.
| Original Score: 1/4
The frustrating thing about the movie is that it contains moment of comedy that verge on inspired, but they are too infrequent to justify the running length.
| Original Score: 2.5/4
When Pitka ends his bite-size lessons with 'TM,' we should understand it's not meditation but branding he's after.
| Original Score: 1.5/4
It appears Myers did not have someone behind the camera reigning him in. Too bad.
| Original Score: 2/5
Mike Myers likes ice hockey. He also likes Deepak Chopra, a little bit too much. So he pulled together a bit of hockey and a whole lot of Chopra and called it a plot.
Non-stop naughty-body-part references with a level of humor more appropriate on a 4th grade bathroom wall than a Hollywood screenplay.
| Original Score: F
...a failed stew made up of mugging, penis jokes, horrible puns, and feel-good mantras.
We're talking 15 or 20 minutes of decent material. The movie runs a little longer than that.
The road taken by The Love Guru could hardly be lower, and leads nowhere.
I guess the real audience is 40 year-old men with the mind of an 8 year-old.
Took a lot of cheap shots at Indian culture. Myers went way too far and the sad thing was he wasn't even funny about it.
Myers -- who used to be funny -- sticks his head in a toilet and then tries to give the audience a big, sloppy kiss.
The Love Guru contains a few clever touches but has trouble hanging together as a coherent comedy, let alone a coherent film.
If Mike Myers is obsessed with poop, pee and penises, that's his problem; if audiences make him rich for playing that out on-screen, then it becomes ours.
Naughty Mike Myers comedy has little to love.
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.
| Original Score: 2/4