YOGA, INC. (John Philp, U.S.). 73 minutes. Saturday (April 21), 1:30 pm, Bloor; Sunday (April 22), 7 pm, Royal. Rating: NN Rating: NN
Here are a few things I learned about yoga from watching Yoga, Inc.: people spend more money on yoga than on McDonald's (although I doubt it's the same people); there are extreme yoga championships, the goal of which appears to be folding your head up your own ass; Elvis Presley once sang a song called Yoga Is As Yoga Does (at least it's better than Clam Bake); Bikram Choudhury is the doughy Donald Trump of yoga (he even has bad hair - balding with a ponytail); blame the Beatles and Sting for yoga's continuing popularity; the slogan "Fuck yoga" is the "Shit happens" of the bendy set; women I find hot don't do naked yoga.
As you can probably tell, this is a mostly lighthearted doc about a popular pastime. But the filmmakers are too busy proselytizing about yoga to really delve into its more interesting aspects, such as the bizarre individuals who enter yoga competitions, or yoga's cultishness. The one meaty bit involves Bikram yoga founder Choudhury's attempts to put similar-minded McYoga studios out of business.
Unfortunately, only yoga converts could possibly find this often dull doc as fascinating as the flexible folks in it.