Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason by Helen FieldingLurching from the cappuccino bars of Notting Hill to the blissed-out shores of Thailand, Bridget Jones searches for The Truth in spite of pathetically unevolved men, insane dating theories, and Smug Married advice (Im just calling to say in the potty! In the potty! Well, do it in Daddys hand, then!). She experiences a zeitgeist-esque Spiritual Epiphany somewhere between the pages of How to Find the Love You Want Without Seeking It (can self-help books really self help?), protective custody, and a lightly chilled Chardonnay.
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The famous diary seems to have disappeared, along with the chardonnay and the calorie counting. But the most significant change between the first Bridget Jones movie and this sequel is not an absence but a presence, specifically in Bridget's bedroom: lying by her side is Mark Darcy, the saturnine gent who's become in the six weeks of their courtship "a total sex god". This would seem to make everything in our heroine's world tickety-boo, but it gives the film-makers a problem. The team behind Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason has considered this, and the answer goes: look, we've had a hit with it once - we'll muddle through a second helping. Her flat-footed waddle and tendency to scrunch up her eyes when she smiles are rather endearing, and the rubicund glow on her cheeks retains a kind of Alpine wholesomeness.
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When a sequel has to hit the reset button and take all its characters back to where they started, it probably didn't need to be made. But no. Adapting Helen Fielding's not terribly acclaimed sequel to the original novel, Edge Of Reason picks up where the last film left off, then starts over where it all began. Still riddled with self-doubt, Zellweger sabotages her relationship with Firth, patches it up, then ruins it again. Grant comes back, claiming to have reformed his womanizing ways.
The genius of novelist Helen Fielding's shallow, silly and compulsively readable Bridget Jones's Diary was Bridget herself. A neurotic charmer who eats, smokes and drinks to excess, dates dreadful men, sabotages her own ambitions and then castigates herself in her diary, Bridget struck a chord with a generation of self-loathing women convinced by self-help Pop quiz: What's something that's small, fun to hold, and expensive? If you guess a baby, you'd be right. But if you guessed an iPad, you'd also be right.