The review in the examiner this morning was even more damning, suggesting Mike Meyers careeracide.
The interviews he's been doing seem strained and painful
I heard him on Fresh Air the other day, and the only part that I really caught was him lamenting how he came of age just *after* the whole sexual revolution thing, and how his older brothers were all like "Yeah, all this free love is AWESOME....too bad you're just a kid!"
Oh, and Teri Gross played the fathers-and-sons group therapy scene from the first Austin Powers movie, with Seth Green accusing Dr. Evil of trying to kill him, and Dr. Evil recounting his childhood:
"The details of my life are quite inconsequential...very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds...pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum...it's breathtaking. I highly suggest you try it."