Bridget's focus on single life and her career is interrupted when she finds herself pregnant, but with one hitch ... she can only be fifty percent sure of the identity of her baby's father.
I had my hesitations going into Bridget Jones’s Baby. The trailers only looked so-so but I had enjoyed the first two movies and thought I might finish off Bridget’s journey through singleton on film. What a big mistake.
Bridget, who has broken off her engagement to Mark Darcy is back to her thirtysomething ways despite all her friends moving on and becoming “adults” because let’s face it, in the first two film they were as teen angsty and sensitive as Moaning Myrtle.
However, Bridget not only has a rebound with Mark Darcy but is also multi-millionaire Doctor Mcdreamy himself (AKA Patrick Dempsey). What is a girl to do?
The rest of the film is a tug-of-war between Patrick and Colin as to who will take care of Bridget and be the Daddy. It got a little old and despite the cute throwbacks to the first two movies (ie Renée Zellweger recreating the “all by myself” scene from the first movie) and I didn’t have much invested in it.
Another problem was that I was routing for Doctor McDreamy. He seemed to genially care for Bridget and the baby no matter what the outcome and was just a more outgoing fun guy. In comparison to Darcy who usually looked liked he had poo under his nose there was a stark contrast. Also, on a personal fangirl for the 1995 P&P adaptation I sadly would not want to see Mark Darcy in a wet t-shirt contest.
Even though I thought Jack (Patrick Dempsey) was a better match I knew deep down that Mark Darcy would be the winner with Bridget having her perfect “Happily Ever After” and therefore a little enthusiasm was drained.
Lastly, for those of you wondering about Hugh Grant, they killed his character off! This really bummed me out because despite being the George Wickham of the films I really enjoyed the dynamics between Bridget Jones and Daniel Cleaver.
Anyway, overall the acting was good Bridget Jones’s Baby just had a lackluster story that couldn’t dig its way out.