Bridget Jones' Diary
Renée Zellweger, Colin Firth, Hugh Grant
By: Sharon Maguire
Written By: Helen Fielding
Dear gawd is
this adorable! I
am a little annoyed that the ads and promos for BJD that
make it sound like Zellweger's the size of an aged lower Himalayan
work Yak in this. Excuse me? She looks normal and adorable.
Fat? Okay fat is Rosie O'Donnell. Fat is ballpark plump Camryn
Manhandlerheim. Renée is simply radiant here. Of course
she did put on twenty hip hugging pounds for the role which
she insta-shed and is back to being her usual "American stickbug
there's the terribly British delicious man buffet cast along side
the weak bladdered cutey. We get both Hugh " Humma-Humma"
Grant and Colin "Yumitini" Firth.
Firth is a bit of a generic British afternoon tea-Mayflowery-looking-stuffed-shirt-higher-than-thou-bow-to-me-wanker-type...till
you get to know him. And
Grant, well aware of his "scab tag," plays a raunchy-iously
delectable bad boy. Hugh's a Uggeshall County style man-crumpet
that's been toasted gently and drenched lightly in manmarlade;
meant for eating slowly, indulging in each sinfully scrumptious
morsel of man candy.
Where was I?
authors of this decidedly feel good romantic girl movie, both
novelist/best seller Helen Fielding and screen adapter/long time
fave comedy scripter of large achievements, Richard Curtis, are
to be applauded! Not just for the wonderful movie they've made,
but particularly for the manly "fight" scene, between
Hugh and Colin that put myself and the 98% female audience in
a raised eye brow sweat and spinal spasms within the first thirty
frames. So, from all we gals that actually own Fight
Club and dig snorting-toilet seat up-farting-belching-phermone-spewing
men, we salute you for making the two Brits a little less, err,
Bridget Jones' Diary story goes like this...Bridget's (Renée
Zellweger) a thirty something nobody with low self esteem and
pretty pathetic going ons. Even her friends take great
delight in having a bit of a laugh at her expense. It's really
easy as she often says the wrong thing, fumbles about, and generally
makes a horse's arse of herself.
She's a normal gal with normal feline desires. Enter her seductive
sexual- harassment- case-waiting to-happen boss Hugh, er, Daniel
Clever. He's smart looking, witty and raring to go-if you get
my blatant sexual drift.
end up together in a whirlwind of lust. But, Bridget- at the same
time -natch- meets pompous childhood ex-neighbor Mark Darcy
( Colin - I'd even brave possible Mad Cow and Hoof and
Mouth for this Brit - Firth). He has utterly no respect for the
her and each time they meet he takes the liberty of assaulting
her with his snide comments. Yet still, somehow, he finds her
offbeat mannerisms repulsively attractive.
and fog fill the London air.
But, is Daniel all "posh voiced and of seedy character"
the man for her? Or perhaps this snobby wanker Mark is the better
mate? Bridget is right smack in man dilemma hell. You can't keep
both ya know! Well, outside Utah and parts of western Nevada at
no other lesson is taken away from BJD we are reminded
to always wear the sexy underwear girls. The tummy tucker-asscrack
riding-hip-hugging-all cotton -granny numbers will simply guarantee
Mr. Right will not only show up primed and smelling of smoky cologne,
he'll have been lost at sea for several weeks and in dire need
of a bit of casual sex between consenting adults. Better safe
with the leopard print thongs then shoving your bloomers in the
magazine rack when he's not looking...trust me.
is one great heart felt movie folks. Granted it is really "for
the girls." But, if you have one of those rare accommodating
fellows in your life, take him.
Jones' Diary is very romantic, often borderline farcical and
very well put together by an ensemble cast whos face's are brilliantly
familiar to those in love with LionHeart imports run on PBS and
this little star that shines with effervescence, Renée
recommendation: Blue soup with spring leeks, mish mosh and