Directed by:
Sharon MaguireCinematography:
Andrew DunnComposer:
Craig ArmstrongCast:
Renée Zellweger, Colin Firth, Patrick Dempsey, Emma Thompson, Shirley Henderson, Sarah Solemani, Jim Broadbent, James Callis, Celia Imrie, Sally Phillips (more)VOD (4)
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After breaking up with Mark Darcy (Firth), Bridget Jones's (Zellweger) "happily ever after" hasn't quite gone according to plan. Fortysomething and single again, she decides to focus on her job as top news producer and surround herself with old friends and new. For once, Bridget has everything completely under control. What could possibly go wrong? Then her love life takes a turn and Bridget meets a dashing American named Jack (Dempsey), the suitor who is everything Mr. Darcy is not. In an unlikely twist she finds herself pregnant, but with one hitch...she can only be fifty percent sure of the identity of her baby's father. (Universal Pictures UK)
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The third look inside the life of this chubby goofball was definitely a disappointment. The creators, like me, apparently thought the first film was a success and figured out that all it would take was to rip it off and the third one would be just as entertaining. They couldn't have been more wrong. The two-hour runtime was downright excruciating, I was bored all the way through. The one star goes to Emma Thompson, who was the only one who actually made me laugh a few times. I understand that certain time had passed since the first installment, but watching a very worn-out cast dealing with the same problems over and over again just wasn't fun for me. It was rather sad to watch. Plus, I absolutely didn't get that awful disco soundtrack, which might have been suitable for a teen comedy. I guess a fourth installment is coming in about ten years, with hip replacement as the central theme. Yay, I’m sure it’ll be a blast!
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“You turn disasters into victories.” Bridget Jones’s Baby is a mostly successful attempt at making a tasteful romantic comedy for adult viewers that will make you forget the dreadful second Bridget Jones film while remembering the best of Working Title’s genre productions. However, the filmmakers try too hard to fulfil high expectations, which becomes apparent in the excessive runtime (and the resulting problems with pacing), and to play it safe (e.g. impressive but not very effective slow-motion shots and the autotelic inclusion of catchy pop songs). What we see is basically the third variation of the same story template, which is very predictable from start to finish despite the addition of a new unknown feature (the unborn child). Nevertheless, the film offers some surprises at least with small things like the generally believable behaviour of all of the main characters (Bridget finally acts in accordance with her age), who are able to reflect on their idiotic conduct (Jack apologises for lying to Mark). The incomprehension of today’s world of internet dating, photos of cats resembling Hitler, hipsters and Pussy Riot may not be as striking as in Marie Poledňáková’s films, but in places it is still painfully obvious that the filmmakers are stuck in a different era and are trying in vain to catch up with the times. What works best are the universal jokes on the topic of “men vs. women”, most of which co-screenwriter Emma Thompson stole for herself (a great line involving childbirth and a burning pub), that you will remember days after the screening. But you probably won’t remember much else. 70%
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Too bad about the first two episodes, because even together they are not as entertaining as this one, which is smart, mature, with effortless humour. Sharon Maguire serves up a film showing a main character that has matured over time, leaving behind infantile gags and lame jokes, as well as the bitterness about how she's old and fat, single, etc.; she’s know dealing with important life milestones. The male acting duo is a hit and forms an equal counterpart to the traditionally excellent Renée Zellweger, their bickering and interestingly set-up characters are exactly the spice this series needed. And the gap in years has done wonders. It doesn’t warrant a sequel, there’s nowhere to go, but as a worthy ending to a comedy film trilogy, it's great.
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Yes, it's logical that Patrick Dempsey is kind of a stand-in for Hugh Grant, so why not follow through with that assumption? The problem with the trio is that Bridget's development doesn't make sense. Whatever happened to the tragic awkwardness of her struggle with excess weight, her bad habits, and her incapacity to work? The new Bridget is new and incredible, as is Renée Zellweger's new face. Colin Firth, though, is sad, tired, and lacking in energy. What I could imagine as entertainment in paper form, where the basic situation of "an impractical heroine suddenly dealing with fatherhood between two all-too-attractive men who don't suit her at all" is barely sketched out in a series of funny anecdotes, and it is rather boring in a two-hour film of the same stuff.
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Bridget Jones's Diary was once an ideal representative of romantic comedy, which attracts couples to visit the movie theater, where she will be excited and he will not be offended at all. After a rather average and easily forgettable second installment, the third part returns to the quality level of the first film. The difference is that while the rivalry between two men for one woman was somewhat more believable in the first movie, here we are in the realm of romantic fiction of a dream factory. In real life, I would rather believe that the unhappy protagonist would be vainly persuading anyone to take on the role of the father, rather than encountering such interest in a paternal role. And the second handicap is the age of the main characters. Renée Zellweger attained her position in Hollywood as a relatively mature actress, and the roles of crazy teenagers passed her by. She portrayed the character of Bridget Jones for the first time as a thirty-something and after 15 years, during which she was also affected by unfortunate plastic surgeries, she looks more like she wouldn't have to worry about contraception at all. Colin Firth was 56 years old at the time of filming and he also looks his age. His natural dignified charm cannot be denied, but in general, he is more someone who should be preparing for the role of a grandfather and an active retiree, rather than setting up a nursery and playing dad. By the way, if I were to have the role of a film heroine, I would try to convince myself and my offspring that the father is Patrick Dempsey, even if it wasn't true because he is infinitely more likable than the cold and aristocratically aloof Colin Firth. The most likable character is indeed the small but noticeable role of Emma Thompson as the gynecologist. In any case, it's a decent 3-star film and I basically only have the above-mentioned reservations. In this relaxing genre, it doesn't make sense to focus on details. Overall impression: 60%.
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