‘Bridget
Jones’s Baby’ gives Bridget the agency she deserves
Vanessa
Wong | The Michigan Daily – September 25, 2016 Initially,
prospects for the third installment in the Bridget Jones franchise seemed
slim. The opening scene feels like déjà vu, recalling the whiny
self-pity that characterized Bridget in the earlier movies. Separated from
old beaus Mark Darcy and Daniel Cleaver for five years, Bridget Jones (Renée
Zellweger, “Jerry Maguire”), sits solo on her sofa, blaring “All By
Myself” as she blows out a candle on her 43rd birthday. But
then she voices what we all want to say. “Fuck off!” she shouts,
switching the channel to House of Pain’s “Jump Around” and wildly
dancing and lip-syncing in her bedroom. And with that, the tone is set for
a surprisingly funny romp through the uncharted territory that is
unconventionally-led middle-aged life. Her bumbling antics tamed by the
years, Bridget now works as a producer at a television news show with her
best friend. Soon, she finds herself pregnant and wondering who the father
is: the hip American dating website mogul Jack Qwant (Patrick Dempsey,
“Grey’s Anatomy”), or the very stoic, very English Mark Darcy (Colin
Firth, “The King’s Speech”) – an increasingly important question
once she finds herself falling for both. Bridget
retains just enough irreverence to make her and her group of
rabble-rousing friends feel refreshing. She battles the realities of
growing older, learning to work with a new, younger boss and the
“bearded hipsters” that helm her show’s rebranding and showing up at
a music festival in kitten heels with a rolling suitcase in tow. The
intergenerational comedy feels slightly stiff, but still merits laughs,
never reaching wine-mom-on-Facebook level out of touch. The
shining supporting cast is the heart of the movie. Her wisecracking
gynecologist (Emma Thompson, “Saving Mr. Banks”) is the comedic star,
helping Bridget balance the two-father dilemma she strings along.
Firth’s expert reprisal of Darcy shines, his longstanding work with
the character resulting in a wealth of emotions simmering behind guarded
eyes. Gemma Jones (“You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger”) and Jim
Broadbent (“Iris”) return to play her parents campaigning for public
office in a more progressive era. A cameo by Ed Sheeran and a Pussy
Riot-esque protest group add just enough silliness to the mix. Now,
Bridget’s concerns actually feel validated. In previous films,
Bridget’s character felt like a caricature of single womanhood –
self-pity without improvement and clumsiness pushed to the extreme for
quirk factor alone. Rather than bemoaning being alone, she struggles to
figure out which of her suitors is a better fit for her. Darcy’s
aloofness once felt charming, but now that he’s older, Bridget expresses
concern that he can’t offer the emotional support she needs. Instead of
expecting a knight in shining armor to solve her problems, she looks
inward to bettering herself and focuses on what’s best for her baby. In
a particularly heart-wrenching scene, she sobs to the baby in her belly,
“I’m sorry. I promised I would get this sorted out before you came,
and I didn’t. But we can figure it out.” It’s a sight we’ve seen
before: Bridget soaking wet in the rain, wallowing in her self-created
downfall after losing her phone, keys and bag. But despite endless weakly
formed promises, this one feels genuine. Three films later, we finally
want to root for her happily-ever-after, because for once, she’s the one
creating it.
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