We gave it a C+
In the first few minutes of the sequel to 2001’s Bridget Jones’s Diary (which, frankly, was the bee’s knees) our bighearted, big-bottomed heroine — important television journalist that she is — finds herself up to her ankles in pig poo. (That should give you a whiff of things to come.) When her boss demands a ”close-up of the porker,” the camera zooms in on. . .Bridget’s ample arse. Part of Bridget’s charm is her foolishness, but Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason‘s raison d’être seems to be to embarrass her: having her beg her shagtastic boyfriend Mark Darcy (the dreamy Colin Firth) not to dump her (”Don’t chuck me, please don’t chuck me,” she snivels); making her walk like a malformed duck; giving her unfortunate hairdos; soaking her with water; forcing her to wrestle with giant granny panties. Come on — our Bridget deserves better.
EXTRAS If you’re in a strop over the movie, these features should give you a lift. In a genius bit taken straight from the Helen Fielding novel, a very giggly Bridget Jones (Renée Zellweger) interviews the very famous actor Colin Firth (Firth). Curious girls (and boys, let’s be honest) can answer the eternal question — good guy Darcy or wanker Daniel? — in the ”Who’s Your Man?” quiz (mine was Mark, FYI). Plus, the men trade barbs whilst reflecting on the filming of their water-fountain fight. Hugh Grant: ”He’s gone a bit jowly.” Firth: ”It was more like wrestling my grandmother.”