What Women Want
Director: Nancy Meyers
Cast: Mel Gibson, Helen Hunt, Marisa Tomei, Mark Feuerstein, Ashley Johnson, Alan Alda, Lauren Holly, Delta Burke, Valerie Perrine
(Paramount, 2000) Rated: R
by America Billy
PopMatters Film Critic
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Man's Man
At the start of What Women Want, we learn the
definition of a "man's man." This lesson comes first
from the ex-wife of Nick Marshall (Mel Gibson), and
he is Exhibit A. As she has it, a "man's man" garners
the admiration of other men, and loves women's bodies
but is also confused and frightened by their
mysterious nature. In Nick's case, he's the product of
being raised by a Las Vegas showgirl mom, who kept him
with her backstage so that she and her fellow
showgirls could treat him like a king. His
hypermasculinity has left a lasting impression on
those women close to him: his ex-wife (Lauren Holly)
goes on to describe his killer charm and
self-absorption, his 15-year-old daughter Alex (Ashley
Johnson) observes that he's less a father than her
"Uncle Dad," and then, his secretary reports on his
bad jokes, crappy errands, and disrespect for all the
women who work with him. Basically, all the women in
his life hate him, but Nick is completely clueless in
his "man's man" sort of way, until a fateful accident
involving a hair dryer and a bathtub zaps him into a
state where he can hear what women think. It is this
ability that ultimately teaches him to treat people
with kindness, respect, and attentiveness.
I suppose this is what the film is trying to say women
want. But Nick's transformation is more complicated
than it looks at first. As a man who can barely watch
female-oriented television shows and commercials,
Nick's newfound insight initially scares him, forcing
open a once cryptic interior female world that is far
different from the polite and predictable exterior
with which he is comfortable. But when he realizes the
potential power his gift grants him (with the help of
a shrink played by Bette Midler), he decides to use it
to sabotage his new boss, Darcy Maguire (Helen Hunt),
whom he believes has stolen the position he was meant
to have at an upscale advertising agency. But, of
course, as a result of the lessons he learns by
listening in on Darcy's thoughts, Nick falls in love
with her and she with him.
There are a few things, all unoriginal and unsubtle,
that distinguish sensitive Nick from chauvinist Nick.
Most obvious is his wardrobe: the old Nick wears only
black, shark-attack-looking outfits, leather jackets
and close-fitting shirts; the new Nick wears, you
guessed it, blue, brown, and white, in less
aggressive-seeming styles. As well, the old Nick tends
to appear in close, confining camera shots, where nice
Nick more often appears in long shots, emphasizing
that he exists in larger spaces with considerably less
clutter in the background: before his lesson, Nick's
experience is small, while afterwards, he is less
limited by the borders of the screen and -- most
importantly -- his attitude. Certainly, his behavior
changes: most crucially, he listens, carefully. He
tells Darcy one of his more profound discoveries, that
women worry all the time -- about their appearances,
their jobs, their lovers, their children, even their
home appliances -- and he sympathizes with these
worries. She's impressed. For the first time, it
seems, Nick is able to identify with women on a human
level.
Perhaps more importantly, Nick begins absorbing the
pop culture around him in a way that's more
stereotypically "feminine." The resulting "girlish"
behaviors provide for the film's biggest laughs. Near
the beginning of the movie, we see Nick listening to
Frank Sinatra with a rakish look of appreciation; by
the end, he's more entranced by Ol' Blue Eyes'
romance. Or, again, he initially watches his
widescreen tv with disgust when a feminine hygiene
commercial or a bit of women's gymnastics comes on,
his contorted face and exclamations displaying just
what he thinks of "girl-power" and love stories. But
soon enough, he's watching tv in a whole new way,
crying during a Richard Simmons infomercial in which a
woman relates her sad, pre-weight loss story -- quite
a change from the snickering macho man we first meet.
While all of the aforementioned changes are clues that
viewers are supposed to sympathize with Nick, none
coerces us more than his increased attentiveness and
kindness, leading to his "heroism." In one climactic
sequence, Nick acts as a knight in shining armor for
three women in need of rescuing -- a sexless office
worker who's feeling suicidal (apparently because
she's sexless); Alex during a disastrous prom date;
and Darcy as she's struggling with her down-turning
career (owing to Nick's sabotaging, for which he now
feels badly). In essence, his ability to listen to
women's thoughts becomes the equivalent of a rather
overdue visit from the spirits of Christmas past and
these good deeds evidence his conversion.
It's telling that Nick's behavioral metamorphosis
makes at least one other character think he's gay --
how else could a man be so perceptive and refined?
After the accident, Nick is no longer praised for his
manliness -- as when a male stranger tells him his
success in asking out a reluctant coffee shop girl,
Lola (Marisa Tomei) is "inspiring" -- but commended by
women for his compassion. He no longer spends time
with his male coworker and confidant, Morgan (Mark
Feuerstein) or smokes cigars with the company
president (Alan Alda), but instead hangs out in the
break room with the "girls," offering them good sense
advice on their bad-behaving boyfriends and husbands.
Along with the movie's rather disturbing gender
politics and the fact that women function mainly as
props to Nick's development, there are some slapstick
bits that will make even the most jaded viewer chuckle
(Mel Gibson rolling uncontrollably on spilled bath
beads while wearing pantyhose and nail polish comes to
mind). Still, most of these lighthearted moments ask
us to laugh not at Gibson's expense but at women's.
When Nick waxes his legs for the first time, the laugh
line is partly his expression of surprise and pain,
but more that women must be crazy to do this at all.
What Women Want will most certainly inform viewers
about dating and grooming etiquette, as well as the
oppressiveness of Western gender roles. However noble
this attempt may be, it is not expansive enough, but
it never could be, given the film's premise. The title
actually represents the biggest problem I have with
the movie -- the assumption , in answer to Freud's
famous question, that all women want the same things
from life, from love, and from relationships -- to be
heard and respected. More insidiously, in this movie,
they want to be heard and respected regarding concerns
that are, in effect, produced by a male-oriented
commercial culture -- they want to have sympathy for
lipstick and Wonderbra anxieties. The assumption that
listening, kindness, and respect are the same things
to all women and that real men can not display these
attributes without the help of some freak accident is
as ludicrous as it is annoying.
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