November 21, 2004
Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason
I saw this opening night (11/12), not so much out of breathless anticipation but that a fellow girlfriend also besotted with Colin Firth wanted to see this with me.
I was actually quite worried, given the lackluster media reviews. But I really enjoyed it - I laughed out loud, brushed away tears, and cringed in all the appropriate places. I know I'll pick up the DVD - as to the soundtrack, I'm not quite so keen, which is a shame. Hugh Grant as Daniel Cleaver remains the delicious cad, Colin Firth as Mark Darcy is still honorable and dreamy (lovely shots of him in rumpled bedsheets).
As for Bridget Jones (Renee Zellweger), I wish she hadn't been quite so cartoonish. Granted, the movie (and the book) is set roughly six weeks after the last one. Bridget's clothes continue to be generally awful and ill-fitting, her hair is sloppy, her speaking skills remain atrocious. But Bridget being slightly overweight doesn't mean that Zellweger has to waddle around like a duck. Yes, she has insecurities, she's not perfect, but Bridget isn't completely incapable of taking care of herself and in need of saving by Mark Darcy. Not that I mind that Darcy comes to her rescue, but because Bridget appears so ridiculous and so incompetent, even I wondered why Darcy loves her. But we shouldn't love Bridget just because she's the heroine. Yes, the movie fulfills the fantasy of being loved just as we are, but even in fantasy we still want to be smart, strong, gorgeous women with the fabulous wardrobe, career, and a metabolism that lets us eat a pint of Black Raspberry Avalanche every day.