Remember Bridget Jones? She’s back! This time Bridget’s focus on single life and her career is interrupted when she finds herself pregnant, but with one hitch … she can only be 50% sure of the identity of her baby’s father.
When I heard that there was going to be another Bridget Jones movie I thought, wow, that is going to be the worst film of the year. The previous two Bridget Jones movies combined comedic and romantic highpoints and low points. Yet, it’s a surprisingly funny, smart, adorable romantic comedy.
In spite of a few misgivings, I went to the theater, and “Bridget Jones’ Baby” rapidly eliminated all my resistance. I laughed out loud in air conditioned comfort. The emphasis in Bridget Jones’ Baby is much more on comedy than it is on romance. Everything is played for laughs. The jokes are broad, low-brow, and slapstick. Don’t expect sophisticated wit.
Renee Zellweger has aged, as have we all. She is great as Bridget, and steals our hearts. Emma Thompson is her gynecologist. Go see this movie for Thompson’s performance alone. If you don’t laugh at her character … well, you will. You won’t be able to help yourself. Colin Firth may be the last living actor who can convincingly play a gentleman with such perfection.
It’s not brilliantly made, but it’s charming, inoffensive and good fun for Bridget chick-flick fans.