June 20, 2008
No love
Thinking about seeing Mike Meyer's new flick, The Love Guru?
Slate's Dana Stevens hopes you'll reconsider.
There are good movies.
There are bad movies.
There are movies so bad they're good (though, strangely, not the reverse).
And once in a while there is a movie so bad that it takes you to a place beyond good and evil and abandons you there, shivering and alone.
Watching The Love Guru (Paramount Pictures) is a spiritual experience of a sort, but not the sort that its creator and star, Mike Myers, intended. This tale of a guru who brings joy to all who meet him is the most joy-draining 88 minutes I've ever spent outside a hospital waiting room. In the course of those long minutes, Myers leads you on a journey deep inside himself, to the source from whence his comedy springs—and it's about as much fun as a tour of someone's large intestine.
I'm not surprised; the coming attraction -- which often contains the funniest parts of the flick -- is about as laugh-inducing as a root canal.
Makes me pine for So I Married an Axe Murderer:
Heed! Pants! Noooow!
It makes sense if you've ever put your enormous Sputnik-sized head on your gigantic pillow and cried yourself to sleep.
Do yourself a favor, skip the Guru and check out Murderer, if for no other reason than the scenes with his parents.
Posted by Mike Lief at June 20, 2008 07:38 AM
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