Pop quiz hot shot. What do an ostrich egg, a midget, anal floss, and two elephants humping in game seven of the Stanley Cup Finals make when combined together?
A Mike Myers movie.
More specifically, one called The Love Guru — a film so childish, so low-brow, so disgusting, and so offensive… it’s freakin’ funny. It’s hard to imagine what anyone could possibly expect beyond that when walking into a movie starring Myers post-Austin Powers.
In fact, Love Guru is so low-brow, a critic recommending it could very well be putting his career on the line. So be it. The story of a self-proclaimed love guru trying desperately to gain a spot on Oprah by hooking up a hockey player with his former wife is funny. It makes you laugh at its absurdities, regardless of how low it goes.
Die-hard hockey fans will probably be horribly offended at how the sport is treated here. Despite not even following the rules of the NHL, desecrating game seven of the finals with such a heinous act of elephant sex will probably be the end of it for those people. Never even mind the Hindus who raised such a fuss over Myer’s character.
It’s actually staggering that this film ever managed to snag a PG-13 rating from the MPAA. A penis is represented twice on screen in graphic detail. Whether for comic purposes or not, making a studio cut this sort of thing for a specific rating is the type of thing the MPAA seems to live for.
Despite Myers, Verne Troyer, and Jessica Alba, the show stealer here is Justin Timberlake. He plays Los Angeles Kings goalie Jacques “La Coq” Grande (which, yes, sounds like you think). He’s known for being well endowed, and Timberlake runs with the concept. Oh, and Canadians should be mortified at his portrayal, including his dining choices like the Quebec pizza. If a few must go down for a few laughs though, then that’s what has to happen.
Sometimes, people just need to relax and let a movie work its immature magic. Sure, no one is going to consider piss-mops to be high art, and then again, no one should. This hilarious, off-color farce nails the laughs, and that’s all that matters. Mariska Hargitay. 
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