Bridget Jones Baby (2016)

bridget-tMy landlady ordered me to accompany her to this lovefest playing at our local fleapit. Twenty dollars later and I’m still coming to terms with what exactly happened. The laughter from the audience, mostly females, and of a type (middle class, white, not exactly poor, never to see their 38th birthday again…you know the ones) caused me to cringe at their un-coolness. They were the type who laugh at anything that is slightly different, in action or intention, to what is a social norm’ expectation. I didn’t think people like that existed anymore.

First things first. I was so relieved that Hugh Grant was not going to be in this flick. We still had to suffer an obnoxious photo of him – causing me to stifle a scream in horror – but nothing more than some cheap sentimental talk over his coffin. Thank the lord for small mercies. The main focus of Bridget Jones’s Baby is, of course, the character herself. Zellwegger has absolutely nailed it now, probably more so than ever. She’s kinda quirky and awkward, and her peculiar posh English accent sounds a lot more believable – though I wasn’t convinced about her having a fantastic job (being so sloppy), or “looking fantastic” (thin doesn’t mean attractive) which the film is desperate for you to swallow.

Proving that enormous stupidity and lack of talent need not be an impediment to a successful career, Bridget is now a top TV floor manager on a cable news station, anchored by friend Miranda (a fiery Sarah Solemani). In an effort to shake Bridget out of her malaise, Miranda takes her to a music festival (featuring some fun cameos!) where she has a one-night-stand with the delectable (speaking on behalf of my landlady and all the other moist women in my audience) Jack (Patrick Dempsey). Following another hide-the-sausage session with D’Arcy and finding herself pregnant, a comedy of farce follows with one expectant mother and two prospective fathers competing to be The Man. Which hombre’s seed slipped past the goalie?

Don’t ask me and the film won’t tell you either. But that’s not important. This is one big feel-good rush of silliness. As the two prospective fathers, Dempsey imbues Jack with an easy charm that love rivals would certainly find infuriating and Colin Firth manages to make Darcy’s stiff-upper-lip grit almost believable (and the look of bewilderment on his face when confronted with a Pussy Riot-type band baring their breasts in his honour is a picture). There are not many laugh-out-loud romantic comedies that have story lines funny enough to hold your attention for two hours.The powerful and diverse musical soundtrack helped too.

This one works because it has the twin propulsion of being both personality-driven and plot-driven, liberally splashed with hit and miss gags and plot twists. There is a strong cast of well-known actors and the filming across various London locations is sumptuous. The philosophers might wonder if we will ever move beyond Jane Austen’s “truth universally acknowledged” that a woman’s destiny is in the arms of a wealthy man.

But this is just light entertainment that is delivered in spades, and you can expect to leave the show cheering that Bridget got her man. But I have spotted the flaw in chick flicks – the men are always two dimensional and only exist to support the female character. So I will end this review on a spiteful note to all the ladies: enjoy 56 year old Colin Firth while ye can because when he’s gone there won’t be another actor around to convincingly play a gentleman.




  1. I have absolutely no desire to see this film, but your review certainly got me laughing!

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  2. Thanks. Listen to your desire – it is most wise. I didn’t and had to suffer. It was strange trying to get on an audience wavelength so different to mine but I half managed it.

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  3. This review is hysterical, I LOVE it! You’ve totally nailed the problem with chick flicks right on its head, thanks for sharing (sorry you had to put up with all those “moist women” ha ha)! XD

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  4. Thank you so much! 🙂


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