The Love Guru

While nonstop puns will leave you groaning, there is enough sweetness and even the kernel of a moral in this ultimately harmless (except to Sir Ben Kingsley’s dignity) movie.

There's an abundance of juvenile, raucous fun to be had by everyone except the serious-minded.

Most of the supporting cast members are lackluster, which only makes Myers's yogic shenanigans stand out even more.

At a merciful 88 minutes, The Love Guru has no intention of being anything but a loose assemblage of gags, or a series of variations on one gag.

The Love Guru doesn't achieve comedy nirvana, but it's a positive step toward Myers' career being reborn.

Although a bit uneven, The Love Guru scores more guffaws than clunkers, though parents should take the PG-13 rating seriously.

Gleeful idiocy is the raison d'etre of Guru, which floats on a cloud of potty humor, wordplay and more penis jokes than should be allowed outside a sixth-grade locker room.

The Love Guru will either appal you or tickle your funny bone until you yelp for divine mercy.

In The Love Guru, we see Mike Myers pull a rope out of his nose while some guy pulls the other end out of Mike’s butt. Talk about comic bang for the buck.

Love Guru is insane and self-indulgent but also fully committed, and there's a surprising undercurrent of earnestness to its philosophy portions.

There are some very funny and surreal moments in The Love Guru, Mike Myers' latest character-come-to-cinematic-life.

There's wit and sweetness mixed with the bodily function gags, enough to make us hope that Myers stops cashing those Shrek checks and rejoins the comic rat race.

To judge from the crowd reaction, a phalanx of true believers might, indeed, go along for the ride, but newcomers to the Mike Myers experience will leave this love train early.

I'll take the probable-flop The Love Guru over this weekend's other comedy leftover, the soulless sure-to-be-a-hit Get Smart.

Mike Myers' first live-action comedy in five years has a few good yuks, but The Love Guru’s laughter karma fizzles more than sizzles.

The Love Guru is less a movie than a collection of related gags heaved at the screen. It’s a mess, but an affable one, thanks to the comic sensibilities of Mike Myers, who even at his least disciplined can be counted upon to deliver laughs.

Myers' merrily stupid send-up of Eastern enlightenment belongs in the Guinness Book of World Records as the movie with the most penis jokes in the history of Hollywood.

Mike Myers' new comedy, The Love Guru, is a disappointment, but it's not a disaster, and that's at least something.

Apologists could say the lame adolescent jokes and dull story of The Love Guru are deflected by Myers' satirizing character, who encourages the enlightened distraction of watching two elephants hump.

Myers knows the simple power of a well-played penis joke, but as a writer he still hasn't figured out how to make characters who aren't just funny variations of himself.

The Love Guru is enraptured by bathroom humor that doesn't even reach sophomoric standards. It's more on the level of preschool.

Given Myers' love of the tried-and-true, maybe Guru's compulsive comic recycling and endless repetition are intentional.

Myers is trying for another of his endearingly hormonal imp-egomaniacs, but hidden behind a wavy beard, a wax-curled mustache, and an astoundingly ugly squashed fake nose, he's a little too grotesque.

If you teared up at the recent Wayne's World reunion on MTV, odds are The Love Guru might make you laugh.

The overall general appeal lies in Meyers himself, but the story is so far out in left field that it's hard to find much of it funny. This one may be best left to a trip to the video store.

At 45, Myers, who co-wrote the screenplay, should be over the inherent value of pee-pee and poo-poo jokes; but he's not.

There are genital jokes, bodily fluids humor, crude puns on a juvenile level, but woefully few laughs.

The script by Myers and Graham Gordy plops from set-up to set-up, and the direction by newbie Marco Schnabel is strictly mediocre, struggling to establish a flow or a rhythm.

Mike Myers' return to live action after three animated features is no Shrek. Nor is it the offensive dreck one might have feared.

Any self-help spoof that uses "Mariska Hargitay" as a traditional Eastern greeting can't be totally worthless. But in this rare misfire from Myers, that's about as funny as it gets.

The Love Guru reeks of desperation, testing the already stretched boundaries of what Mike Myers will do for a cheap, exhausted laugh.

If comedy is talked about in terms of delivery, Myers is in a league of his own. No other film star reaches out to the audience with such a stockpile of winks, leers, eye-rolls and double-takes.

Myers is like a comedy vacuum, sucking all the laughs out of the movie.

The Love Guru is just a half a step up from a loop of monkeys throwing feces at each other.

It's a pitiful assortment of bad ideas and gags that never work.

Myers has made some funny movies, but this film could have been written on toilet walls by callow adolescents.

As a performer, Myers is simply doing another silly accent here. Though to be honest, none of the actors seem too excited about this material.

The Love Guru isn’t really about spiritual well-being or hockey; it’s about Myers’ mistaken belief that the comedic possibilities of male genitalia are endless.

When did it happen, this moment at which Mike Myers morphed from Minor Annoyance Who Used to Be Funny to Officially Unbearable Bore?

The Love Guru is even funnier than Wayne's World or Austin Powers. Not. If this movie were a president, it would be Tedious Roosevelt.

In Love Guru, stupefaction reigns and remains, from beginning to end.

It seems as though Myers tried to capture the same comedy magic he found with Austin Powers in The Love Guru. His latest creation is a far, far cry from the successful spy spoof, though.

Nobody, apparently, told Myers he was doing a one-note character with a funny voice that wouldn't make a good Saturday Night Live sketch, let alone an 88-minute movie.

The Love Guru is ludicrous to the point of being desperately unfunny, as Myers creates a character who is basically an extension of Wayne Campbell and Austin Powers.

Fart jokes, penis jokes, piss jokes, homophobic slurs, naughty names and jokes at the expense of South Asian culture and religion: Jokes, jokes everywhere and not a laugh is heard.

Mugging and mincing and goo-gooing with a cartoon Indian lilt, Myers plays a completely infantilized version of himself, oozing like jelly-willed charms and puckish cutes.

It recycles gags from earlier and better Myers movies and hopes that the audience won’t notice because they’re too busy staring at Timberlake’s bursting Speedo.

It feels as if Myers couldn’t decide between making a movie about a guru or a hockey movie, so he forced the two threads together

Stephen Colbert and Jim Gaffigan play a pair of Hockey Night in Canada play-by-play guys, and their scenes offer the only laughs in the entire movie.

The Love Guru is nothing but awful gags about feces, sex and genitalia in a seemingly endless comedy that may actually send some viewers into therapy, if not anger management.

The Love Guru is an atrocious, idiotic 88 minutes of anti-entertainment.

Too often the film lacks spontaneity in the direction of first-timer Marco Schnabel.

Ninety minutes pass like an eternity. Verdict: Down for the count.

By foisting the appalling The Love Guru on his public, Mike Myers -- who used to be funny -- sticks his head in a toilet and then tries to give the audience a big, sloppy kiss.