Bridget Jones (Renée Zellweger), that lovable loser and plump klutz who brags
that she can find happiness even though her "bum is as big as two bowling
balls," is back with her slapstick schtick in BRIDGET JONES: THE EDGE OF
REASON. A woman suffering from a permanent case of foot-in-the-mouth disease,
she has two gorgeous guys, her current boyfriend, Mark Darcy (Colin Firth), and
an old flame, Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant), who see irresistible charms in her
that most would miss. An embarrassment wherever she goes, she is currently so
deeply in love with Mark that she drives him crazy by staring at him as he
The movie, which opens with a sequence of Bridget parachuting into a big batch
of pig excrement, doesn't get much better than this awful moment of non-comedy.
Typical of the movie's humor is the time that Bridget tries to squeeze into an
evening gown several sizes too small by using that old 1950's aid -- a girdle.
She looks absolutely ridiculous as she waddles around like a penguin, which
isn't the same thing as actually being funny.
The movie has a single saving grace -- Grant in a small role as a salacious
television reporter who circumnavigates the globe delivering sleazy travel
stories from around the world: "When in Rome, do as many Romans as you can,"
and "New York, where 'Sex and the City' isn't just a program -- it's a
promise." You'd better enjoy his ditties since they provide the few
opportunities for laughter in this film whose central thesis is that fat is so
funny that a decent script is superfluous.
BRIDGET JONES: THE EDGE OF REASON runs 1:45. It is rated R for "language and
some sexual content" and would be acceptable for teenagers.
Copyright © 2004 Steve Rhodes