Opening this weekend:
Bridget Jones’s Baby—It’s been twelve years since the film
version of Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason, and fifteen years since Bridget
Jones's Diary. It didn’t seem like audiences were clamoring for one more movie
iteration of Helen Fielding’s hapless chick-lit heroine, but maybe they were.
In any case, here she is.
As our story begins, Bridget (Renée Zellweger) is celebrating
her 43rd birthday alone in her flat, with a candle in a cupcake, she
and her beloved Mark Darcy (Colin Firth) having long since split. Through some
rather laborious contrivances, she has two one-night stands—one with a rich
American online-dating mogul (Patrick Dempsey) and the other with Darcy himself—within
a week of each other. So when she turns up pregnant, owing to the unreliability
of her “Vegan condoms,” whichever of the nice fellows might be the baby daddy? And
however will she break the news to the non-daddy, since both gents are
enthusiastic at the prospect?
As this synopsis may suggest, there’s little to be said for
the carpentry of the script, credited to Fielding, Dan Mazer and Emma Thompson,
and the direction, by Sharon Maguire, is no more than efficient. As always, the
focus is on hoisting Bridget into slapstick humiliations, which is a bit more
problematic now that Zellweger is pushing fifty. She looks great, but rightly
or wrongly, seeing her fall face-down in the mud has a different vibe now—less
cute, more cringe-inducing—than it did when she was in her thirties.
That said, this trivial movie is full of pros, and I enjoyed them. Zellweger remains good company, and so is Firth, though it’s uncertain
whether his dour, discomfited manner derives from the character’s feelings or
the actor’s—it’s jarring, somehow, when he smiles. Dempsey’s role, a
stereotypical platitudinous American, does him no favors, but he comfortably
fulfills the requirements of a mature hunk.
The real fun is in the supporting cast. The regulars from
the earlier films, like Jim Broadbent and Gemma Jones as Bridget’s parents,
make mostly token appearances, but there are a few new adds that are funny. As
Bridget’s ob-gyn, Emma Thompson nips her terse lines off smartly but with just
the right tinge of underlying kindness, and Kate O’Flynn is amusing as Bridget’s
noxious new boss. I’ll also confess that Sarah Solemani’s mischievous sidelong
smirks, as Bridget’s wacky anchorwoman pal, left me with a slight crush.
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