Justin Timberlake has joined the cast of Mike Myers' upcoming comedy, The Love Guru. It's Mike Myers' first original character since Austin Powers, so if it's at all successful, look for them to make at least two sequels, and me to punch you in the nuts every time you parrot one of its catch phrases.
In the comedy, Pitka (Myers) is an American who was left at the gates of an ashram in India as a child and raised by gurus. He moves back to the U.S. to seek fame and fortune in the world of self-help and spirituality. His unorthodox methods are put to the test when he must settle a rift between Toronto Maple Leafs star hockey player Darren Roanoke (Malco) and his estranged wife. After the split, Roanoke's wife starts dating L.A. Kings star Jacques Grande (Timberlake) out of revenge, sending her husband into a major professional skid — to the horror of the teams' owner Jane Bullard (Alba) and Coach Cherkov (Troyer).
And yes, Troyer refers to Verne Troyer, AKA Mini Me. Here I was all set to rip on them for casting a scrawny boy band singer as a pro hockey player when I realize that they've cast Mini Me as the coach. I'm glad they've got a solid base. It's those "quirky" casting choices that really make a movie, like Dick Butkus as the synchronized swim coach, or John Travolta playing a straight guy. Also, "Jacques Grande"? Ten bucks says Timberlake does an annoying French accent the whole movie.
Here's the infamous "I'm listening to the f*cking song!" scene from Slapshot, just to wash that taste out of your mouth.
This is after the jump because it's neither here nor there in terms of the story, but it is an interesting Mike Meyers-related tidbit nonetheless:
From the book Live from New York, by Tom Shales and James Andrew Miller:
Myers did not suffer from an inferiority complex. Brandon Tartikoff loved to tell the story of the time when, having moved on from NBC to the presidency of Paramount Pictures, he was trying to convince Myers, in the wake of the Wayne's World success, to agree to make a sequel. To sweeten the pot, Tartikoff asked Myers who he'd always wanted to work with. "I have a big Rolodex," Brandon said. "Give me the name and whoever it is, they're only a phone call away." Myers thought for a moment and then said, "Fellini." Tartikoff didn't believe his ears. Who? "Federico Fellini," Myers replied. "I have always considered him a great artist." He looked at a flabbergasted Tartikoff, waiting for his response, or maybe expecting him to pick up the phone and dial Italy. "That's when I realized," Tartikoff said, "that he was completely serious. He really thought he was in that league now." Tartikoff felt that eve for Hollywood, this was one of the great chutzpah stories of all time.