That’s likely due to the fact that Sharon Maguire, who directed the practically perfect “Bridget Jones’s Diary,” is back (Beeban Kidron directed the second), working from a script from author Helen Fielding, Emma Thompson (very funny as an unamused doctor) and Dan Mazer.
Let’s get over the silly fact that this movie essentially had to press reboot on the happy ending of the second, when Bridget said at the end how even at 33 she was able to find love and happiness with one Mark Darcy (Colin Firth). Cut to 12 years later (between movies), Bridget is in her 40s and Mark Darcy has gone off and married someone else.
But this is an evolved Bridget.
Sure, she might be eating dessert alone in that same old London flat on that same old couch listening to the same old Celine Dion song, but it’s not tragic. It just is. Her friends all flaked on her and so she has a night by herself. The sense is “whatever” not “woe is me.”
Indeed, her life looks pretty good. She’s now a high-profile TV news producer who seems happy at work — gone are the fireman’s pole humiliations of on-camera life. She’s also fitter (and quite happy about it) and has gotten a fancier wardrobe befitting of her success.
When her younger friend and co-worker Miranda (a terrific Sarah Solemani) invites her to a weekend getaway, Bridget arrives at the airport looking like a Nancy Meyers leading lady in cream and white. Of course, she doesn’t realize they’re going to an outdoor music festival. So, she falls in some mud, but she also gets the attention of Jack (Patrick Dempsey). He’s a single, not sleazy relationship guru, who is immediately smitten with Bridget.
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