I knew it would come to this, but I didn't realize I would feel so stupid about actually sitting through crap like this. Parked on the couch late at night, alone, watching What Women Want didn't exactly make me feel like I should have been clad in a ratty nightgown cradling a bucket of Bon Bons, but it was as close as I've been to feeling like that in a while. The fact that the flick was over two hours long did not make things any easier. At around the 90 minute mark I assumed they should have been wrapping things up, but I could tell they weren't even close. There were way too many questions left to be answered – like how Mel Gibson was going to magically not hear the voices of women thinking anymore, and how I was going to live with myself after sitting through the entirety of this schlock fest.
Well, Mel finally got mildly shocked by a down power line or some shit, and I fended off being consumed by dark shame by laughing at how utterly misogynistic this movie was, which was sad considering that women I respect like Ms. Greer and Ana Gasteyer were in it, but also ridiculous because it seemed to be done under the guise of being empowering. I guess when your film is directed by a woman, It's OK to have every thought coming out of the women's mind in the film revolve around calories or self-obsessive lunacy. I mean, come fucking on.
This movie is what is wrong with society.
Anywho, Greer plays Erin, a suicidal mail girl who works for Gibson's character's company. Throughout the film she contemplates killing herself, Mel hears her, and of course, he saves her towards the end of the film by offering her a better job. She looks pale and miserable throughout the movie, which is not a stretch for her. It's part of her appeal, people.
Is Helen Hunt too old to be in movies now? You don't see a lot of her these days.
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