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First off, Renée Zigazigaha is a cutie, and with the much-ballyhooed extra weight gained for the role, she actually looks like a normal, attractive human being without protruding bone corners that look extremely dangerous to be around. Bridget (Renée) is also British, which means she has this accent I could listen to for hours on end. What is it about a foreign accent in a member of the opposite sex that is so incredibly sexy, I ask you? And how come it doesn't work for me? I can't go to, say, France and start talking and have women swooning at my feet due to my exotic Indiana accent. The turnstiles just don't swing in my direction, I guess. Bridget is smack dab in the middle of Singleness Hell, signified by her lack of a stable dating life, family and friends constantly harping on her to get hitched, and (in what may be the best in-joke of the film) a growing affinity for the film Fatal Attraction. Most of this commentary on singlehood life didn't exactly relate to my line of gender. I suspect that girls have it much worse than guys when they're single and everyone around them is attached. However, I was incredibly loving the film's jabs against couples. I have nothing personal against couples. Heck, I'm glad when people hook up and fall in love and become mutual parasitic partners. But I have had enough of the tendencies for couples to be extremely condescending toward single people. If I have to hear one more person in a current relationship verbally pat me on the head by saying, "Oh, it'll happen, Justin. Just give it time. Don't try to make it happen, it just will," I might have to start drinking blood or something to gain unholy powers. Just because you're in a relationship and we're not does not give you ultimate authority to judge our (lack of) love lives and nod with Ghandi-esque wisdom as to our assured future. Just leave us alone, and we'll stop stealing your firstborn in exchange for spun gold, okay? So anyway, I was definitely cracking up at Bridget's inner monologue that attacked, shredded and raged against family and friends who unwittingly compounded her personal worries. Under the guise of writing daily diary entries, she exposes the audience to extreme British vocabulary (big words in foreign accent is also mucho sexy). It boils down to a choice between Hugh Grant and this other stuffy unknown Brit guy, and I think I speak for the rest of us when I say I'm surprised she didn't start looking at sheep in a new light at this point. Guys, I know Hugh Grant scares you. Rest assured, he gets punched multiple times in the face in this movie. That should be enough to comfort you. BJD was consistantly funny, playing fast and loose with inner monologue and Ally McBeal-style fantasies. My favorite moment came fairly early on, when Bridget was caught in a lie by her boss. Dumbfounded on screen, a single word epithet played out in subtitles, stretched from left to right. Small, but man did I laugh. Also, she dresses as a bunny prostitute, which is another fine reason to give Renée an Oscar. It's not perfect. The laughs die down toward the end, and we're duped into another extremely typical onscreen relationship conundrum. But take some time to admire how cool the streets of London look, and write to Santa this Christmas for a Bridget Jones of your very own.
Lots has been said about how Renee Zelwhatever gained (gasp!) 25 pounds to play Bridget. She looked perfectly normal to me and healthier than I've seen her looking as of late but I come from a place called reality where the average woman is a size 12 and weighs between 130 and 150 pounds. Either way, Bridget's granny panty dilemma is one that most women can relate to and is also one that provides one of the funnier scenes in the film. So basically, if you feel like you're way too macho for a girl movie or if you feel like Bridget Jones's Diary looked really stupid and unwatchable from the previews, I would implore you to rethink your decision and give this one a gander. I was surprised by how much I liked it, and I think you probably will be too.
I love everything about this movie. I love that Renee Zellweger put on some weight to play Bridget so that she actually looked like a normal human being and not a lollipop. I love that she lip syncs to All By Myself because I do that sort of thing all the time. Except that I'm not lip syncing, I'm actually singing and I'm very loud and obnoxious. I love that her three best friends are a neurotic girl, a gay man and a girl who swears like a sailor. I love that just after she describes to her diary what kind of man she won't go out with anymore, Hugh Grant is the next shot we see. I love that she can't cook and serves her friends blue soup. I love when she gets caught lying and a word that I can't put in this review scrolls across the screen with an exorbitant number of U's in it. I love that Mark and Daniel have a knock-down-drag-out fight over Bridget while "It's Raining Men" plays in the background. And I especially love that she goes tearing down the street in zebra print panties and a cardigan, in the snow, to chase the man that she loves. To me, Bridget Jones' Diary is a realistic love story. It's realistic because it is not a straight line of her getting together with her man. It's realistic because she's not perfect, she's a complete mess and he loves her anyway. So obviously I love this movie. And it's not a chick flick, I know a lot of guys who were forced to see this and ended up really liking it. So go check it out. "It's rainin' men! Hallelujah, it's raining men! Hey hey hey"
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Intermission! [some sources: IMDb]
Renée Zellweger smoked herbal cigarettes rather than tobacco. Both leading actors' names, Colin Firth and Hugh Grant, are mentioned in the book. The first on "Tuesday 24 October" and the second on "Wednesday 16 August". Colin Firth is himself a featured character in the book's sequel, "Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason". While filmgoers were eager to see Hugh Grant play a character opposite to his usual type-cast, it is ironic that original author Helen Fielding describes him, in real life, as being more like Daniel Cleaver, than any of his "normal" roles. Groovy Quotes
Bridget: [to Daniel, as she is quitting] If working here means I am within 10 yards of you, I would rather wipe Saddam Hussein's arse!
Interviewer: What do you think about the El Niño phenomenon?
Bridget Jones: [answering phone] Bridget Jones, wanton sex goddess, with a very bad man between her thighs. ...Mum!
Tom: Whose side are we on?
Bridget Jones: Here is the man we like to call Mr., uh, [to herself] Titspervert! Titspervert! [to audience] Fitzherbert. Because... that is his name.
Mark: Alright Cleaver, outside.
Bridget: It's only a diary. Everyone knows that diaries are full of crap. Mark Darcy: Mother, I do not need a blind date. Particularly not with some verbally incontinent spinster who drinks like a fish, smokes like a chimney and dresses like her mother.
Bridget: Daniel, what you just did is actually illegal in several countries.
Bridget: It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces. Bridget: Bridget Jones, with Sit Up Britain, looking for the tuna! Daniel: Oh this silly little black dress, these silly little boots and these silly li...Panties! They're enormous! Just look at these enormous panties! Bridget: Now, I'll go home and de-bunny. Mark: Natasha, this is Bridget Jones. Bridget works in a publishing house and she used to play around naked in my paddling pool. Bridget: My mum, a strange creature from the time when pickles on toothpicks were still the height of sophistication. Bridget: Hi, you like me just the way I am.
Richard Finch: Why do you wanna work on television?
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