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Bridget Jonesís Baby (7/10)

by Tony Medley

Runtime 122 minutes.

Not for children.

This thing needs some serious editing and a script doctor. The first half is run away and hide annoying. Itís nauseatingly politically correct, contrived, unfunny, and boring. Worse, it goes out of its way to ensure that every single female in the first part of the movie drops F-bombs all over the place, even a 10 year old girl. Funny? Not!

But after itís made all its political points (or at least most of them) and gotten into the meat of the plot, it actually gets interesting and sometimes humorous.

Bridget (Renťe Zellweger) is now officially a spinster, since sheís 42 and unmarried after things didnít work out too well with Mark Darcy (Colin Firth) in past films. Now sheís the director of a TV News Program. She goes to a festival and has a one night stand with Jack Qwant (Patrick Dempsey), then reconnects with Mark for another one-nighter, only to find herself pregnant without any idea which of her two boyfriends is the father.

Once all these facts have been painstakingly (and I donít use that word lightly) established, the film settles down into a Doris Day-Rock Hudson-type romcom, something that Zellweger and director Sharon Maguire pull off very well.

Iíve seen most of Zellwegerís films and IMHO, this is by far her best performance after she navigates her way out of the deplorable first half. She just simply grabs the movie and takes hold of it. I had been looking at my watch every minute or so, willing the time to move on in its flight when all of a sudden I was swept up in the film and forgot about the passage of time. The last hour is very good.