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The Love Guru

Scene:The Love Guru

D R A M A, Oprah-Deepak Chopra, Guru Pitka's ashram, Rajneesh, Toronto maple leaves, Gnomes, Alligators-Snappy and quick, Nuts in a sling etc are the key words in the latesht Mike Myers buster 'The Loveeeeeeee Guru'.

Watch it just for the sake of absurdity. Rent a DVD or wait for the movie channels to bring it to your homes but do watch it! Especially if you are from the South Asian community and want to have a dig at your own expense. The movie is silly and trivial but hilarious in pockets. The meeting between Jessica Alba and Mike Myers starts off with an old Bollywood song of reincarnation which is real cute, dolloped with a few vulgarly 'humur'ous sequences and an item number by the lead pair. Ben Kingsley is wasted in the role of Mike Myer and Deepak Chopra's teacher. It seemed like a spoof of sorts to cast the legendary actor in this role (probably referencing it to his role as MK Gandhi /Indian in the movie Gandhi) and make mockery of the ancient science of yoga and spirtuality.Some of the jokes in the movie are painful and forced.

Myers brings in tongue-in-cheek references to outsourcing, dwarfs, French Canadians etc. To give Myers his due I would say that this movie is a brave attempt to break the mindset of Hollywood movie makers who dwell upon ideas from the west and thrive on 'America saves all' themes. Mike Myers generously borrows ideas from the East.The movie also manages to leave its mark with spirtual concepts that could enrich the lives of many mortals. Manu Narayan is refreshing in his role. Alba looks sweet as a pie. Justin Timberlake's get-up as a French Canadian is more impressive than his acting abilities. Mike Myers looks a bit silly and too excited about his new avatar.

All in all I would rate this movie 2/5 and smile at Mike's praiseworthy efforts. If you have nothing else to do, just book yourself to a mindless hour of  'original' Indo-Hollywood comedy. ;-) Cheers!

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