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Review: 'Bridget Jones's Baby' delivers good laughs
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This image released by Universal Pictures shows Renee Zellweger, Patrick Dempsey (center) and Colin Firth in a scene from "Bridget Jones's Baby." (Universal Pictures via AP/Giles Keyte)
J
ust when she thought she had her life all figured out, Bridget Jones finds herself blowing out her birthday candle alone, while sitting on the all too familiar sofa of her London flat.
But it's not all doom and gloom for our favorite single gal, who now at 43 years of age, has transformed into a big shot producer of a live TV news segment and finally reached her "ideal weight".
Twelve years since the last installment, Renee Zellweger returns to the much-beloved role of the clumsy, klutzy character with the somewhat relatable work-life woes. Only this time, Bridget is better equipped in the wardrobe department to reflect the more put-together woman she has become.
After embracing her newfound hot spinster, or self-appointed "spilf" persona, Bridget is suddenly determined to end an extended dry spell. Unknowingly dragged to an outdoor music festival by her young news presenter friend Miranda (Sarah Solemani), she quickly finds herself in bed with a handsome American dating guru (Patrick Dempsey), whom she had just met while -- in true Bridget style -- facing down in the mud. Mere days later, she finds herself in bed with a man again, this time with former lover and newly single Mark Darcy (Colin Firth), who comes back even more perfectly as the posh and pedantic human rights lawyer.
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Much to her surprise, though less to that of her friends, Bridget finds that the "dolphin-friendly", vegan condoms she had scraped up from the bottom of her bag had failed her, and she is unable to work out who the father is, despite desperate veiled attempts to get her unamused doctor (Emma Thompson) to calculate the exact date. Learning of her pregnancy, both men proceed to out-do each other as potential fathers.
Jim Broadbent, Gemma Jones, Sally Phillips and Shirley Henderson are all back for another round of absurd madness, with the exception of Hugh Grant as the renowned Daniel Cleaver, who does get a mention in the story.
Sharon Maguire, who had helmed the first film of the series in 2001, returns to deliver the latest film in a familiar tone and pace that was so perfectly translated in the original Bridget Jones's Diary.
Hitting all the right notes of comedic craze and some slapstick silliness, the latest film almost completely wipes away the bad memories of the second one, Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason.
Written by Helen Fielding, Emma Thompson and Dan Mazer, clever quips color the characters' conversations throughout the entire film, sending the audience into hurls of laughter from start to finish. (kes)
