Three years later, the film was followed up by its sequel Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason.
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Her one-bedroom flat above The Globe Tavern in Borough is estimated to have been worth £190,000 when Bridget Jones’s Diary came out in 2001 – just about plausible for a lowly journalist.
And yet the movie’s premise, in which Bridget becomes pregnant but isn’t sure by whom, feels undeniably modern. Her life begins to change when she meets and has a one-night stand with handsome Jack Qwant.
As director, Sharon Maguire never really manages to get the film moving in terms of its pace, and although Bridget has swapped her handwritten diary for an iPad, her words actually turning up on screen is erratic and jarring when it finally does happen.
The ‘Bridget Jones’s Baby star – who has been in a relationship with rocker Doyle Bramhall II since 2012 – has also hinted that she would like to settle down within the next 10 years as she doesn’t see herself being the same person further down the line. Surely the adorable Brit with the self-deprecating wit isn’t still biting her nails over a pregnancy test at the age of 43?
The identity of Bridget’s baby’s father is not revealed until the delivery near the end of the film.
That being said, let me warn you: Daniel Cleaver, Grant’s marvelously shifty cad in the first two movies, is dead. Bridget and Mark’s initial courtship was so lovely and satisfying that putting them through the ringer yet again seems a little cruel, for both the characters and the audience. Or it could be that Dempsey doesn’t fit in as seamlessly with the other two as Grant did in the first films.
However, the writers put together an excellent script that was worth waiting for. Still, by milking the ridiculous out of almost every scene, director Sharon Maguire, who gave us the original “Jones” adaptation, succeeds in charming the core audience. Refinery29 also asked Firth about his appearance in the film. Zellweger has precision comic timing, her British accent is close to flawless, and she’s having a great time.
This latest installment doesn’t break any new ground for romcoms.
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It’s been 15 years since the hugely enjoyable Bridget Jones’ Diary first appeared in the cinema and, although it took three years to generate a sequel, the truly terrible Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason, the gap between film numbers two and three is only surprising when you consider that they bothered to make it at all after that disastrously unfunny follow-up. In her forties, Bridget is a different kind of singleton than she was ten years earlier.
