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Bridget Jones' Diary: Full-Figured Fluff
At the highbrow publishing house where she works, Bridget's boss, Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant), shows little interest in Bridget. Then Daniel's boyhood rival, Mark Darcy (Colin Firth), starts paying Bridget some special attention, and Daniel moves in for the kill.
Mark doesn't stand a chance against smooth, gentlemanly Daniel. With startling good looks, a delightful British accent and a scampish personality, Daniel quickly wins the affections of Bridget.
Bridget and Daniel begin the courtship ritual. They make eye contact; they smile; they plan a weekend rendezvous at the lake. In no time Bridget transforms herself from a tragic overweight spinster into a wanton sex goddess actively participating in the horizontal mambo. Between squeals, giggles, and references to certain activities no longer illegal in most states, our energetic lovers enjoy the romantic sound of squeaking bedsprings.
Later, after a cigarette, Bridget learns that although Daniel makes pretty good whoopee on squeaky bedsprings, he doesn't make very good boyfriend material. His interest in Bridget peaked about the same time the bedsprings stopped squeaking.
Not being one to hang around the schoolyard after the bell rings, Bridget finds a job as a news reporter and strikes up a nice romantic association with dependable but brooding Mark Darcy. But Daniel develops a rudimentary conscience and second thoughts about Bridget. After all she is a nice girl, maybe a girl-and-a-half.
Now Bridget faces a tough decision: stay with the sulky, brooding Mark or reclaim the shamelessly calculating Daniel. But before she can make a decision, her two competitive suitors meet heads-up in the street fight and restaurant disruption of the century.
While neither mesmerizing nor compelling, the two dimensional characters and the corny dialog help keep the semi-amusing story moving along at a leisurely pace. I give this fluffy little love story a full-figured "C."
Dixie says: I've been enchanted by love stories since my youth. I vividly recall my first encounter with love -- the awakening of strange new feelings, the excitement of new experiences, the smell of new rope... Just thinking about love brings big red welts to my wrists. I could have hung there for hours, but lunch was over, and I needed to get back to the day-care.
Except for the Hugh Grant affair, Bridget and I shared similar experiences. I smoked, drank and fantasized about co-workers. And since I like actresses who don't look like anorexic refugees from starvation programs -- or worse, models - It makes me especially glad to see someone with a little substance on the hips. I like this movie. I give it a "B" for Bridget.
Don & Dixie Mitchell
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