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         Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason
        (6/10)by Tony Medley Bridget (Renée 
        Zellweger) finally has a boy friend, the stiff, ever so perfect Mark 
        Darcy (Colin Firth), an upper class human rights attorney, even if he 
        does act as if he has a corncob up his rear end all the time. She’s also 
        got a job as a TV journalist for an unsympathetic boss, Richard Finch 
        (Neil Pearson). True to form, Richard pairs her up with her old nemesis, 
        Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant). Things don’t go smoothly with 
        Mark or Daniel. The film has some terrific locations, like Tower Bridge, 
        Oxford and Regent Streets, Piccadilly, The Temple (when I practiced law 
        in London, my offices were in the Middle Temple), Chiswick, Hyde Park, 
        the Austrian Tyrol, and many locations in Thailand, including the 
        idyllic beach resort of Phuket, the 200-year –old Muslim 
        village-on-stilts at Ko Panyee, the ancient Buddhist shrine at 
        Nakornpathom, and an open-air Bangkok market. Even though it was enjoyable, 
        there are big holes in it. Zellweger, Firth, and Grant are very good, 
        especially Grant. But there were some scenes that I found disappointing. 
        After a very good start, one scene caused it to lose all the momentum it 
        had gained in the first 35 minutes and crash precipitously. Bridget has 
        a fight with Mark and storms back home. Upon arrival she has regrets, so 
        telephones Mark. Mark’s not there so his answering machine picks up. As 
        she’s leaving a message, her doorbell rings, and it’s Mark! Instead of 
        letting him in, she tells him to hold on and goes back to her telephone 
        to continue leaving a long message for him. While it’s true that Bridget 
        is a klutz, when you see a scene like this, which is so divorced from 
        reality, you wonder how any reasonable filmmaker could put it in a film. 
        It took awhile before Daniel Cleaver enters the film in a substantial 
        role and gets it back on track. Another unbelievable scene 
        occurs at the Austrian ski resort where Bridget is at a pharmacy asking 
        for a pregnancy test. Nobody speaks English. Maybe this might have 
        occurred in the ‘40s, but when I was doing a lot of traveling in Europe 
        in the ‘60s (40 years ago for those of you who are a little weak in the 
        math department), almost everyone spoke English, especially in an 
        International resort. While it’s true that in France they might have 
        pretended they didn’t understand you, elsewhere it was no problem. I 
        find it hard to believe that Europe has regressed in 40 years to where 
        nobody would speak English in an International ski resort. Finally, there’s absolutely 
        nothing that would lead anyone to believe that Bridget and Mark have 
        anything in common. She has no clue how to act in high society, which is 
        where Mark cavorts. They are miles apart intellectually. He’s 
        sophisticated, she’s not. He’s handsome, fashion-conscious, and dashing; 
        she’s fat, dumpy, dresses like a dope, and is relatively unattractive. 
        There is nothing shown in the film why he would be attracted to her or 
        why she would enjoy his company and vice-versa. Grant is very good and so are 
        Zellweger and Firth. Zellweger gained so much weight for the film that 
        she ballooned from a size 6 to a size 14. She did most of her own 
        stunts, including hanging from a parachute harness for much of a day, 
        wallowing in mud with pigs, performing a vamping Madonna in a jail, and 
        waddling across the room in a gold lame dress that restricts all hip 
        movement. A little trivia for you buffs 
        is that the name of Firth’s character, Mark Darcy, is the name of the 
        character he played in Pride and Prejudice, a 1995 miniseries. 
        The fight scene between Firth and Grant was entirely ad-lib. Says Firth, 
        “We made the decision right away this time not to stage anything. We 
        simply showed up that morning and started pulling each other’s hair, 
        kicking at one another, flailing about and complaining, and it all came 
        completely naturally to me.” Apparently the making of this 
        film was not an enjoyable experience for anyone. Zellweger has said she 
        wants time off and has nothing scheduled for the foreseeable future, 
        after her appearance in Ron Howard’s The Cinderella Man due in 
        theaters next June. Grant says he may never act again, and Firth says he 
        has no intention of ever appearing in another Bridget Jones movie.
         Despite that, If you can 
        forget that in real life Mark and Bridget would probably never even talk 
        to one another, much less become romantically involved, I thought the 
        film was sometimes humorous and mildly entertaining. November 10, 2004 The Endtop |