The Love Guru

They say sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. Well ‘they’ obviously haven’t seen ‘The Love Guru’, an overgrown dirt-patch of clunking juvenilia from the sick mind of writer/star Mike Myers which sees the once-heralded Canadian funnyman now frantically scrabbling at the piss/shit/snot-flecked depths of the low-brow comedy slop bucket.

Supposedly a bawdy satire about society’s dependence on spiritual gurus who spout quick-fix answers and acronym-heavy mantra, it feels more like Myers has been in a state of cryogenesis since finishing the last ‘Austin Powers’ movie and has chosen to produce an outmoded ’70s-style sex comedy where chastity belt and erection jokes are still considered hard comic currency. Myers’s central performance as the hirsute, heavily spangled Guru Pitka is woefully misjudged, exposing his limited breadth as a comic performer as each lewd, sub-schoolyard gag sinks quicker than a limbless pack mule in an ocean of sludge.