Finally saw the 'Love Guru' last night with hubby, to see what all the hullabaloo was about.
It was worse than what all the critics had to say. Infinitely worse.
The movie is a crap-fest all the way, with stereotypes that belong only in an Indian theme park, restaurant or Hollywood bash, an 'India Theme Party' thrown by some misguided movie star who has just discovered the existence of the Kamasutra or that yoga makes her body more flexible. The dialogues have obviously been written by someone with shit in their brains and suffering from a bad case of verbal diarreah.
Yes I can laugh at myself. I'm all for good humour, satire and a little bit of slapstick too. But here, I feel as if my country, traditions and heritage have been grossly insulted. Smeared in dog doo-doo and put up for the world to point fingers at.
And the worst part? Ben Kingsley. Shame on you sir. Shame, shame, shame on YOU. Of all people, you.
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