A lazy Sunday afternoon in autumn, ideal for watching the long expected 3rd Bridget Jones movie. When I saw the first movie for the first time, I was 2,5 decades younger than Bridget now. Back then, I believed that I was mature enough to understand what she was going through, just like all other teenage girls I knew.
The rumors about whether or not Renée Zellweger got some facial work done had only strengthened my curiosity about this movie. For me these movies were like a beacon during my adolescence, so I was feeling really nostalgic and not keen on counting wrinkles. But ironically enough, plastic surgery would perfectly fit Bridget’s endless obsession with her weight. Maybe her role as Bridget had a big influence on Renée's own personality?
The struggle with her weight, the clumsiness, the ambition, lots of booze and fun, frustration about not getting ahead in life and love. Stir up with some Hugh Grant, Colin Firth and (in this case) Patrick Dempsey and it’s bound to be a mainstream success. While I’m genuinely a lover of movies with a deeper, less shallow story, I can’t help enjoying good old guilty pleasures like Bridget. It’s like a cute dog you can’t be mad at. But for this review I tried looking through the sugar coating.
Warning: this is the part where you should stop reading if you haven't seen the movie yet and hate spoilers.
The story’s about Bridget being pregnant and not knowing who the father is. She’s still living in the same apartment, but her diary has been replaced by an iPad (of course). Sidenote: as an Apple fan I don’t mind seeing their products, but I’m always wondering why their products are being bombed at us in movies. But anyway; Bridget's now also a succesful director for a TV news show (hell yeah, girlboss!).
The story starts in a random place: Bridget attends Daniel Cleaver’s funeral. Too bad Hugh Grant had already talked about his wish to stop acting in the press, so this doesn't come as a surprise. He’s died in a car crash and they didn’t find his body. So, you can already guess what’s going to happen in the end here. Because it’s totally normal to go to the funeral of an enemy, the now married Mark Darcy is also present. Later on, Bridget and Mark meet again during a baptising party where they end up in bed — don't ask.
After her short adventure with Mark, Bridget goes to a festival and promises to her friend to sleep with the first guy she meets. Because chances are that the first guy you meet is a hunk in the form of Patrick Dempsey called Jack, that's exactly what happens. Later that evening, she accidentally and drunkenly stumbles into his tent. He also turns out to be a multimillionaire with a business in dating, because reasons. This much coincidence was a little too much for me, but ah well.
Of course Bridget gets pregnant and doesn't want to do a DNA test, so we have to wait until after the baby arrives before we know if Mark or Jack is the lucky guy. 3/4 part of the movie is some sort of a friendly competition between Jack (Patrick Dempsey) and Mark (Colin Firth), resulting in hilarious and awkward situations, like when they go to a labour class like one big happy family with Jack and Mark pretending to be gay.
Until the point Bridget has to go into labour, they keep supporting her and since we feel like we've known Mark for some years now, I kind of took it for granted he wouldn't put up with not knowing if he's the father. But as the movie continues, he becomes more caring. While Jack has never left Bridget's side from the moment he knew she was pregnant, I feel Mark being the father is the only logic choice we could accept.
During the movie it somehow looks like the producer just wants to keep both male protagonists in the story as often as possible. We will always need Mark Darcy for his charm and puppy-eyes, while Jack is a less realistic and typical popular, good-looking, rich guy. Ironically enough, he's also perfectly stable and loving. Maybe a bit of a copy of Daniel Cleaver, except Jack doesn't disappoint us (yet).
I missed a bit of 'quality time' with Bridget, where we get to see her in overthinking scenes with ice-cream and wine. But overall this movie feels just like a good romcom should be: warm-hearted, forgiving and just a bit (however a lot less than in the previous movies) cynical.
Cheers to another addition in the guilty pleasures collection for Kleenex times.