Then, while he's serving canap�s at a rich girl's birthday party, the spiritual guru hired for the occasion keels over drunk, and Ramu is called upon to replace him. Scraps of sexual advice gleaned from Sharonna prove a hit with jaded Manhattanites, and soon he�s on his way to the big time - but he needs Sharonna to keep feeding him her unique wisdom. Since she thinks she's coaching him to become a porn star, and has an uptight fiancée who knows nothing about Ramu, or her career, things are just bound to become complicated...
For a film dealing with illegal migration, the porn industry, and sexual hypocrisy, The Guru is a surprisingly rose-tinted film, full of Bollywood romanticism and rom-com clichés. Gentle fun is poked at the mostly nonexistent problems of the rich and bored, but essentially this is a good-natured boy-meets-girl romance, complete with an attempt to win back the bride as she stands at the altar.
Jimi Mistry has a lot of fun as Ramu, the eternal optimist, at first delighted by his sudden fame and wealth, but finally realising that love is far more valuable. Heather Graham's Sharonna is a fairly lightweight heroine, but sterling support from Ramu's hangers-on and a cast of eccentric rich clients beefs up the film.
The ending feels a little hurried, as if the filmmakers were too busy wrapping up the romance to explore the comedic heights that Ramu's spiritual career could have risen to. Overall, this is a frothy, fun confection, perfectly enjoyable, but rather lacking in substance.