Bridget Jones The Edge of Reason Review
Helen_Fielding had the sense to be self-deprecating in the title of her second Bridget Jones novel, and director Beeban_Kidron considers that her license to concoct a film that's altogether unreasonable indeed. Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason once again makes hay of the title character's tendency to go fanny up, flogging the slapstick until it's as wet as Renée_Zellweger after repeated puddle drenchings. Zellweger gamely regained the pounds for another go-around, but the audience was less eager this time, leaving the film lost in the 2004 holiday shuffle. The embarrassments heaped upon Jones have taken on a perfunctory quality by this second installment. She continually finds herself stammering in front of Darcy's coterie of international dignitaries, and when the out-of-control Jones haplessly skis into the midst of a professional downhill race, it's hack-level stuff. However, there is a point at which the absurdity (a bizarre second-act plot twist that shouldn't be ruined) goes to such lengths, the joke seems intentional, enough for the film to rebound toward something more sublime. Colin_Firth and Hugh_Grant again play the candidates for Bridget's affections, though Firth's character is so stiff and unsmiling, the audience almost roots for Grant's lothario to win their inevitable tussle in a public fountain. Derek Armstrong, Rovi
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