If you are a romantic comedy addict like me (and with that I mean the romantic comedies of the late 90s/early 00s, not the majority of the modern a la Trainwreck ones), then Bridget Jones’s Baby will be an absolute treat. It most probably won’t win any awards, but it’s like meeting a dear old friend you haven’t seen for a while.
The film is warm and fuzzy, romantic and funny; while, still managing to have some serious, food for thought moments. And how could it have been any other way – with the (majority of) the same old cast and adding Emma Thomson to the mix. I’m extremely glad that they decided to go in a different direction than the one set out by the third book.
The actors did a great job. Firth and Dempsey seem to be aging backwards – they are still very much in the position to play the romantic leads. And Zellweger is the same old Bridget we fell in love with years ago. Less chubbier and more grown-up, but still a walking catastrophe.
The ending might have been a little too romantic and clean, but looking back it was the right choice. And kudos to the film for keeping the viewers on the edge of their seats until the very last moment because up until the last minutes it wasn’t clear how the film will end. It’s quite rare these days.
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