Myers, coasting
Now at 15% on Rotten Tomatoes, The Love Guru is devoted to juvenile poo, pee and wee-wee jokes. Mike Myers seems locked into his Fat Bastard phase, and the movie is late-night cable fare with barely anything worth critiquing. Balls are kicked, midgets are clowned. This is Bad News Bears territory, insipid and inoffensive. You miss the relative braininess of a Darjeeling Limited.
But it’s also clearly a personal film for the creator. As Guru Pitka, Myers isn’t doing Sellers, he’s lampooning his own guru Deepak Chopra. It’s the same somnolent accent — half desh, half Amrikan — the same pop psychology, the same silly catchphrases. (Pop godmen are ripe for mockery.) And surely having the Maple Leafs win a Stanley Cup falls into the realm of sports fantasy.
Despite the movie being not-good, the desi music and visuals are worth catching on DVD, including a loving Bollywood parody. When Pitka first meets Jessica Alba, his third eye opens and they’re transported into a musical number, something about ‘Ganga ke kinare’ (on the banks of the Ganga). They get the ’70s Bollyflick look right, ultrasaturated but grainy, and the film catches and skips. The preview audience laughed immediately, they seemed to know what Bollywood looks like.
Several other musical numbers are inspired bits of sitar fusion. Pitka enters to Dolly Parton’s ‘9 to 5‘ strummed on the multistringed wonder. Manu Narayan harmonizes on ‘More Than Verds.’ The grand finale is another American ’70s classic done Bollystyle, and there’s substantial charm in it. The soundtrack (listen) also uses a ‘Brimful of Asha’ remix and ‘Mere Mitwa Mere Meet Re‘ by Lata Mangeshkar and Mohammad Rafi.
Romany Malco (the doorman in Baby Mama) stars as the hockey player with marital problems. Stephen Colbert is a gas as a strung-out hockey announcer. John Oliver plays Pitka’s money man. Meagan Good (Stomp the Yard) is Prudence, Malco’s cheatin’ wife. Val Kilmer and Mariskay Hargitay have cameos, while Morgan Freeman gets voiceover. Like Liv Tyler in The Incredible Hulk, Justin Timberlake was cast for reasons other than acting skills. As a backup dancer, Krystal Kiran Garib shakes it prettily.
Kal Penn’s Fred Flintstone looks made him more believable as a sidekick than Manu Narayan, who’s taller and better-looking than Pitka. Narayan’s Indian English accent is even worse than Penn’s. The one guy to nail the accent: Ben Kingsley as a fey, cross-eyed guru channeling Curly from the Three Stooges. In this slapstick fare, no one would confuse him for the real thing.
The Indica is watered-down, but it’s just Hollywood. Chopra and other purveyors of pop religion do in fact draw rapturous crowds near Hollywood and Vine. More than anything, this movie feels very L.A.



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I believe “kinaare” translates as “on the banks of”, not “at the corner of”.
And don’t forget Jessica Simpson!
In that same introductory scene at Pitka’s ashram, when they cut several times to Jessica Alba in the audience, there was a (semi-)famous porn actress sitting to her right, whose name escapes me right now.
Is it me, or does Krishna Bhanji remind you of a cuter version of Pai Mai from Kill Bill Vol. 2?
our guy Manu comes across as a leetle homely in that get-up. Here’s a hint for the boyz. For those so inclined, get a vest that is slightly narrow for your chest. Leave the top buttons open to allow the flared look around the chest. a little more dashing than the tubular structure our guy is sporting.
I’m veg, but thanks for that, BLT.
Can he stand on an outstretched sword though?