Genre: Romance, Comedy
Cast: Renée Zellweger, Hugh Grant, Colin Firth
Synopsis: A year in the life of tragic singleton Bridget Jones
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you will have no doubt noticed something odd with Renée Zellweger. In short, she has a brand new face…one that is very different to her old face. My friend has a theory that someone killed Zellweger and assumed her identity and has everyone fooled. Most other rational people think she’s gone under the knife. Then again, maybe not…as this gif points out, it can all be a matter of perspective.
Anyway, the point of this post is not to debate whether Zellweger had the Wacko-Jacko treatment. This post is instead going to celebrate Zellweger’s best work. Bridget Jones is a role she truly made her own and one which brought her into the hearts of many a British spinster/singleton.
In all my years as a movie-watcher, I have never seen any American manage to portray a British person quite so convincingly. Sure, Zellweger doesn’t get the accent right 100 per cent of the time but being British has nothing to do with the accent. It’s all about the mannerisms, the mind-set, the awkwardness, and the charm; all things Zellweger manages to nail. Who can deny the Britishness of chugging a bottle of wine alone, finishing off the last bit of cheese in the house while watching Fatal Attraction and singing 80s power ballads? Seriously, I have done that. Most British people have done that. That’s why everyone loves us so much. As a group of people, we’re weird and eccentric and people don’t always get our sense of humour, but there’s just something so devilishly intriguing and amusing about us isn’t there?
Not only does this film show Zellweger’s talents, but it also displays one of Great Britain’s greatest assets: fit posh-boys. Is there a man as vagina-moisteningly gorgeous as Colin Firth? Short answer is ‘no.’ Long answer is ‘possibly’ but that one won’t come with as sexy an accent. I want Colin Firth to impregnate me. Mark Darcy? Phwoooar. Even Hugh Grant in this film is kind of hot in an ‘evil hairless bastard’ kind of way. To put it succinctly, there is so much eye-toffee in this you will be mopping up your seat with a sheet of Bounty once you’re done watching this film.
As I’ve mentioned in other posts, I’m not really a fan of romantic comedies but Bridget Jones’s Diary is an exception. I can kind of see a lot of myself in the main character, as I am sure a lot of Brits can. Maybe that’s partly why I like this film so much: it gives me hope that one day my own Colin Firth will come into my life while wearing a hideous Christmas jumper…one can dream…
- A great window into the awesomeness of the British, one that bypasses all our negative qualities like passive-aggressive tutting, constantly apologising and colonialism.
- Fuck me now Colin Firth.
- The fight scene is probably the best (and most depressingly accurate) fight scene I have ever seen in a movie. They even apologise while fighting.
- Run Bridget!!! Run into the snow naked to get your man!
- “….mainly poofs.”
- Typical of Richard Curtis films, every hot young singleton in London knows every other hot young singleton and they all live in lovely flats in Zone 1. It’s all make believe!
- Geri Halliwell…I will never forgive you for what you did to the Spice Girls.
- She’s been a journalist for all of 15 sodding minutes and she’s already more successful than me.
If you’re coming over to the UK for a holiday, this is the film that you should watch before you leave. It will properly introduce you to the ways of the British and help you assimilate. Of course, you should watch this film even when you’re not coming to the UK because it’s still a bloody good laugh.