The Love Guru

Mike Myers has plunged to new depths for cheap laughs in his first onscreen performance since 2003. As well as playing the leading role, Myers is on writing duties, and plays it well and truly safe: knob gags are lazily in abundance. Did it really take him five years to concoct this absolute horror of a film? There is almost nothing of merit in this story which feels all too familiar, especially if you’ve seen 2002’s The Guru, in which self styled sex guru Jimi Mistry attempted to break Hollywood as a mixture of Hugh Hefner and Oprah. Pitched somewhere between Ace Ventura and Ghandi, this infantile outing doesn’t let you wait long for the first gag, but you certainly won’t be laughing. Speaking of Ghandi, not even he can save this one, and why Sir Ben Kingsley wanted to tarnish his CV with this outlandishly feeble exhibition is mind-boggling.