Oh Yes, She’s Back

It’s mid October, I’m back at Uni sat here contemplating how I’m going to get my shit together for this new academic year. Yes Beth, you’re not a silly fresher anymore.

Bridget Jones was always crap at resolutions. But this month, I’m going to take a leaf out of her diary; and by that I mean to “not go out every night but stay in and read books a
nd listen to classical music” or to “not get upset over men, but instead be a poised ice queen.” 

Oh, what am I kidding, I’m at Uni. I’m still going to guiltily fall for those knob-heads that just want to play you, and let’s be honest, I’ll never miss a night out due to my constant FOMO. When am I ever going to learn?

What I’m trying to get at is, our Bridge has finally learnt and Bridget Jones’ Baby has now made it to the cinemas! HOORAH! (And if you haven’t already seen it, I suggest you embark on that journey to your local Vue and endure the giggles and tears of the new film, whilst romanticising about being loved by a man the way Mark Darcy (Colin Firth) loves Bridge). Awh, we can only dream. 

Bridget Jones has indefinitely become a household name. She’s a flawed woman who’s tremendously fun to watch. She proves that missteps are ok, and lets be honest, everyone has an inner Bridget, right?

For a 19 year old girl, her life couldn’t be any more accurate to that of mine: drinking a lot, counting the calories, stumbling across emotional fuckwits, not to forget embarrassing myself in any social situation. (Ripping my trousers so my whole backside was on show after attempting to dance sexy on my birthday night didn’t make me look half as bad compared to some of her life experiences… so, thanks Bridge, I owe you one.)

Bridget Jones has impacted my life in bigger ways than I thought. Her character is a mix of so many things at once. She’s extraordinarily aspirational, with a great salary, surrounded by delightful friends, and lets not forget, at least a minimum of two gorgeous looking men fighting to win her heart… some would say she’s got her life together. 

However, on the other hand, she finds herself in continual catastrophes, such as sleeping with her boss, forever being late, losing jobs… need I go on? She’s a mess of contradictions, unsure of whether she’s fully embracing the life of a single, young, successful woman in the city, or yearning for a romance of something undemanding.

It’s 2016 and noughties Bridget, now at the brink of middle age, has stepped back onto our screens – and even without Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant) forever giving us palpitations, she has made quite the epic return. It’s about time she put an end to falling for the whimsically intelligent, fun loving belled; and in this movie we see her come to grips with the things she does and doesn’t need – putting husband and baby in the latter category. 

From the moment we recognise Bridget lip-syncing to “All By Myself” in her recognisable red pyjamas with a bottle of wine to hand, we’re reminded of just how much we missed her. In Bridget Jones’ Baby, we see her pick and choose the elements of modern life she likes, following her as she takes comfort in her job as a top news producer, and surrounding herself with other young, ambitious women with dazzling confidence. Sharon Maguire returns as director, with the help from a sassy script trio: Helen Fielding, Daz Mazer and Oscar-Winning Emma Thompson (who plays Bridget’s gynaecologist). She claims she’s grown up, however she once again makes matters worse when she gets a bun in her oven.

Yes, Bridge is pregnant.

The film plays around with the struggles Bridget goes through in the lead up to the revelation on who her baby’s father is (thanks to those dodgy bio-degradable condoms): married-but-soon-to-be-not Darcy, and billionaire Jack (Patrick Dempsey) – an American matchmaking- website mogul (whom she slept with at a music festival), whilst challenging traditional family values. It’s up for debate whether maturing from a fixation with thigh circumference to a dilemma involving an ‘accidental’ pregnancy where neither of the potential fathers are consulted in advance represents the high point for the advance of female representation in cinema. But stemming away from the seriousness, I wouldn’t worry about the outcome too much, after all, it’s Bridge who determines her own fate in this revolutionary rom-com.

2016 Bridget isn’t so different, in the end she is what she always was – a complex contradictory mess. Not only does Zellweger still look like Bridget, but she fills the role with that same ungainly allure that made audiences fall in love with her back in 2001.

Just glorious.

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