(out of 5)
Mel Gibson is ridiculous in this really, really, really long comedy about a man who is suddenly given the ability to hear the inner thoughts of the women around him (including female animals). Helen Hunt is the new office colleague who doesn’t know that her mind is being plundered for good ideas that Mel can use to get ahead of her at their advertising firm. The film tries to show guys a good way to better get in touch with the women around and inside them (Mel learns that a better way to understand the ladies is to be sensitive instead of having to listen to their thoughts). I just kept wondering throughout the film these three things: (1) Why should women need any man, Gibson or any other, to hear their thoughts, as if only a man’s acceptance of a woman’s thoughts validates them, (2) Why is Loretta Devine checking out Mel’s ass when you only do that to young guys (let’s face it Mel, those sideburns? Really, you have money), and (3), Why is Academy Award-winning actress Marisa Tomei, she of beauty and beyond-belief talent, relegated to a second rate role that insults her presence? Maybe someone can help me out. Otherwise it’s not particularly funny or memorable.
Directed by Nancy Meyers
Cinematography by Dean Cundey
Music by Alan Silvestri
Production Design by Jon Hutman
Costume Design by Ellen Mirojnick