One of the worst films I’ve ever had the misfortune of viewing goes by the title of What Women Want.
The plot is wafer thin and so bad it’s almost good: everyone’s favourite fascist Mel Gibson plays advertising executive Nick who electrocutes himself and then gains the uncanny ability to hear what women are thinking.
The film obviously descends into a string of cringeworthy cliches and will have any sane person swearing and throwing missiles at the screen.
I only mention this by means of an introduction to a thought I’ve been pondering as we near the end of 2012. What do women want?
