While a huge fan of Bridget
Jones’s Diary, I was hesitant when I heard the premise of the latest
installment in the Bridget Jones universe. Bridget’s pregnant and – plot twist –
doesn’t know whose baby it is. She must choose between two men, groundbreaking territory. But
reviews of its warmth and wit made me take the plunge halfheartedly, watching while doing some writing. Any
notion of accomplishing anything quickly disappeared as I was sucked into Bridget Jones’s Baby.
While the plot sounds like silly romcom fodder, the
resulting film is indeed as warm and witty as I’d read. It has its silly
moments, but this newest Bridget sits
nicely in the modern world, 16 years after her classic misadventures. Bridge
balances two men, as is her special gift; deals with a new, tyrannical, “hipster
Nazi” boss (an amusing and terrifying turn by Kate O’Flynn in her
natural no-nonsense Northern accent); and settles awkwardly and tenderly into
her new role as mother.
Renee Zellweger and Colin Firth as Bridget Jones and Mark
Darcy are exactly who we love them to be, desperately fallible and incredibly
likable, just the way they are. Patrick Dempsey’s “shiny new American” is a
fun foil. And although he never feels like a real threat to Firth’s Darcy, his character allows for some incredibly tender musings on when to let go of, and when to hold
onto the people we love. It’s our great luck that we get to hang onto Bridget
and co. for a while longer.
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