Then a freak accident leaves him with the power to read women's minds and find out what they really think of him. It helps that director Nancy Meyers sets and sticks to a somewhat fantastical tone to augment the film's more implausible turns. It's a dual role for Mr. Gibson one part pig-headed jerk, one part enlightened modern male and the actor's comments suggest that he's capable of embracing both halves. Then, just as you're ready to alert Patricia Ireland, he unleashes a stream of sensitivity. But there's a diametric opposition in the approach to that object.
Women are more compassionate when they listen.
They understand on a different level. That's why they love to talk. When they talk about him, women sound as if they're ready to nominate him for sainthood. It's easy to forget how multifaceted he is, because he doesn't remind you. He's not busy dropping his credits or reminding you that he knows a lot about Shakespeare or that he's a great director.