After getting both kids on their school buses, I treated myself to a 10:30am showing of Bridget Jones’s Baby on this gross rainy, Monday morning.
Truthfully, I barely remember the original other than I enjoyed reading it when it came out. Was there even a Bridget Jones 2? If so, I didn’t see it.
The movie was light, fun, upbeat and carefree which was just what I needed after starting the day with an imminent danger alert for the suspected terrorist in the 23rd Street explosion this past weekend who I am thankful was captured while I was in the theater.
The only change I would have made to this film is to not have revealed who the biological father was at the end of the movie so there could have been a sequel or just left audiences guessing. Don’t worry, I promise no spoilers here.
The soundtrack is fantastic and I got a kick out of seeing Bridget Jones and her gay friend at spinning class. I even shot an email to my Flywheel instructor suggesting she do a Bridget Jones theme ride. Wouldn’t that be so much fun, right!?!
It was eerie how much Mark Darcy’s personality reminded me of my own husband and I’m curious how Scott would find this “chick flick” especially having gone through pregnancies and natural childbirth with me.
It’s too bad that Hugh Grant “turned down a role in Bridget Jones’s Baby – because he didn’t like the script. The actor, who starred as Daniel Cleaver in the first two Bridget Jones films, says he declined the chance to star in the third because of his reservations that it wouldn’t be the right fit for him. Bridget Jones’s Baby is the first of the Bridget Jones movies to have an original storyline that’s not taken directly from one of author Helen Fielding’s books, though Fielding is one of the film’s writers.”
I’m going to rewatch Bridget Jones’s Diary on another dreary, nasty, rainy day soon.