To say that the movie is not funny is merely to affirm the obvious. The word “unfunny” surely applies to Mr. Myers’s obnoxious attempts to find mirth in physical and cultural differences but does not quite capture the strenuous unpleasantness of his performance. No, “The Love Guru” is downright antifunny, an experience that makes you wonder if you will ever laugh again.
And this is, come to think of it, something of an achievement. What is the opposite of a belly laugh?
To answer A.O. Scott’s question: How about the barely audible sound of a basketful of unwanted kittens drawing their last breaths as they’re tied up in a burlap sack and tossed into a river from a tall bridge? If by some strange turn of events I wind up at Love Guru, I’ll see if my ears pick up anything like this after the fifteenth “Mariska Hargitay” joke. (via marklisanti)
Like many others, I could see this coming from ten miles away. The trailer alone was a cinematic abortion, so I can’t even begin to imagine the horrificness of the botched cinematic abortion that the movie on the whole is.
The Mike Myers suicide watch should officially commence right about now.
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Hrm. So bad it’s VERY BAD.
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