The Brits who brought Billy Elliot to the stage are doing the same for Bridget Jones’s Diary. This elicits a host of conflicted feelings from me: I am a huge, unabashed fan of Miss Jones for all she did to advance the cause of singletons everywhere — hell, I even liked the second, inferior book, though I drew the line at the second, beyond-inferior movie. But therein lie my concerns about mining poor Bridge yet again for material. She’s v.v. entertaining, yes, but I worry that the more we see her suffer through her Daniel Cleaver-versus-Mark Darcy conundrum, the more we erode her pop cultural legacy, such as it is. Billy Elliot feels fresh partly because it came from a quiet little, critically beloved film, not two bestsellers and two blockbusters. That said, Bridget Jones has the uplifting spirit that made Legally Blonde work well for the stage. And we can only hope the opening number riffs on Renée Zellweger’s oddly touching lipsynch rendition of “All By Myself” (embedded below), while the big production number before intermission includes that hilariously choreographed “It’s Raining Men” fight scene between Hugh Grant and Colin Firth.
What do you think, PopWatchers? Would you buy tickets to see Bridget Jones sing?