Verne Troyer, Hollywood Martyr | With demeaning roles in Postal and The Love Guru, Mini-Me has had a pretty painful year.
Joshua Rothkopf, Time Out New York | “An oh-my-God-level disaster that’ll make you wonder if Hollywood actually hates us, The Love Guru tempts our zero-stars rating—and not just for the cringeworthy vamping of its out-of-touch star, Mike Myers. Try groaner hobbit jokes, Ben Kingsley as a violently cross-eyed Indian mentor (take his Oscar away), swordfighting with piss-drenched mops and a climax involving on-ice elephant coitus. Irredeemable.”
Dana Stevens, Slate | “There are good movies. There are bad movies. There are movies so bad they’re good. 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. 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.”
Nathan Rabin, The Onion A.V. Club | “Pop-culture riffing, winking double entendres, scatological humor, and silly names aren’t just the foremost weapons in Myers’ comic arsenal, they’re all he’s got. Myers combines his love of references, silly names, and mindless repetition by having his guru use ‘Mariska Hargitay’ as a greeting/mantra. The first time it’s employed, it’s merely unfunny; by the 13th or 40th time, it’s almost hypnotic in its awfulness.”
Steve Dollar, New York Sun | “The whole movie is ever alert to swiftly cut back to one of Myers’s inane facial expressions as if to say, ‘Yeah, I know. I’m a rich, lazy comedian who cranked this junk out in time for summer multiplex jollies, and I’m so shameless, and you love me for it, don’t you?’”
