There is a fine line between genius and junk, especially in the realm of comedy. What makes one audience member laugh can legitimately cause another to groan in disbelief. No one has been more adept at this schizophrenic approach to satire than Mike Myers. The kitchen-sink cacophony of his big screen spoofs expertly illustrates the "anything for a laugh" paradigm. Sadly, his latest effort, the lame Love Guru, forgets to move beyond the groin to mine its wit. If cleverness were a symphony, Myers composed this tired tune for the male organ only.
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