Directed by: Sharon Maguire
Written by: Helen Fielding, Dan Mazer, Emma Thompson
Starring: Renée Zellweger, Colin Firth, Hugh Grant, Jim Broadbent, Gemma Jones
Have you ever seen a balloon after it has been filled up with air and then just let go? It then just flutters in the air and gets smaller as all of the content once within it spills out at a rapid pace. By the time it hits the floor, all that remains is a sad dejected piece of garbage. Well, if you could picture the image I outlined then I have successfully described Bridget Jones’s Baby and therefore saving you from wasting your time.
Thriving as a single woman, Bridget Jones (Renée Zellweger) takes on a new lease on life and engages in a one-night stand with the very handsome Jack (Patrick Dempsey). A few days later, at a christening, she meets up with her ex-boyfriend, Mark Darcy (Colin Firth) and they enjoy one night of relations together as well. Wanting nothing serious from either of them, Bridget then discovers she’s pregnant but is unsure who might be the father.
If you engaged in a deep sigh after reading the plot synopsis, I would not blame you because this story defines lazy writing and storytelling in every facet. Based on yet another book in the Bridget Jones series, this third film shows once again the utter lack of inventive or even remotely interesting ideas anyone involved in this project had. Bridget never seems to find love and stick to it, so this time she gets stuck in a situation where she has two incredibly good-looking men inexplicably fighting for her once again. If someone could explain what makes all of these successful people throw themselves at someone like her, please let me know because I’m begging to discover why.
This story idea feels so incredibly uninspired that daytime television has a right to file a lawsuit for copying such lazy plotlines. Not only does the story not have anything remotely interesting, but the film triples down on its racism towards anyone somewhat Asian. Now, as someone from the United States, I know of the racism of this country but my exposure to more British art has shown just how much they hate people from Asia. It’s been pacified at times from movies adapted from problematic novels like Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging but they had no issues leaving it all in for this excuse for entertainment. Anyone who was not British essentially became a caricature for racist ideas British folks have of other people around the world. It’s flatly embarrassing how the film tries to taper over it by claiming it to be comedic, but that would require for this movie to have a singular funny moment. Instead, the true sentiments of the original author and the screenwriters rears its ugly head.
The only element that could be described as positive in this feature is Emma Thompson, who portrays Bridget’s doctor. She truly tries her best to do something with this material and becomes the only person who came close to causing a mere chuckle for me. It goes to show she can truly shine in even the most putrid of works, which happens to be the case in this film and several others, unfortunately. She does the heavy lifting in her limited scenes because no one else really came to play. With the amount of talent on display in this feature, something should have worked out. You have the recurring Zellweger and Firth, but the addition of Patrick Dempsey added absolutely no intrigue to the story other than being the American, who happens to be the other man this go around. Essentially a nicer and more wholesome of Daniel Cleaver. It appears this film badly missed the annoying arrogance and charm Hugh Grant brings to that tired role because everything felt drab and all of the slapstick comedy attempted felt lifeless.
It’s beyond me why these films continue to be made, because the drop in quality since the first film is quite substantial. In a strange way, they continue to make money, which brings me pain to realize there could be yet another one of these disasters seeing as the end of the film leaves the door open for more to tell. I pray it was just an elaborate prank, because that’s what this film felt like from beginning to end. Absolutely soulless with nothing interesting to say or add to the character of Bridget Jones.