CRITIC | Bridget Jones’s Diary (2001)
Director: Sharon Maguire.
At the start of the New Year, 32-year-old Bridget (Renée Zellweger) decides it’s time to take control of her life — and start keeping a diary. Now, the most provocative, erotic and hysterical book on her bedside table is the one she’s writing. With a taste for adventure, and an opinion on every subject – from exercise to men to food to sex and everything in between – she’s turning the page on a whole new life.
My opinion:
Very bad movie. Bad actors, starting with Renée Zellweger who overreacts. Then we have a Hugh Grant who does not have to make an effort just because he acts like himself, that is, the typical self-centered man, and closes the love triangle an inexpressive Colin Firth, who could after this film have broken the Guinness record of minimum muscles Facials moved in an hour and a half. We don’t talk about the technical aspect better.I’m left with the scene where Bridget is in the middle of the street in panties and in full snow of January (or it is supposed to be snow, rather it looks like fire extinguisher foam), and does not tremble more minimal But I’m going to focus on the protagonist, Bridget Jones. If I were a woman I would feel insulted. Useless, irresponsible, superficial, meaningless of any ridiculous, hysterical obsessed with weight, childish (in the pejorative sense of the word), and so stupid to be harassed. If what they wanted was to create a comic character that provoked laughter (this is supposed to be a comedy), the only thing they have achieved is to cause boredom. What is really funny is that this is an icon of the new turkeys of the 21st century. Seriously, if “that” is put as the spiritual leader of today’s woman, we are going to sting.
This movie has an excessive 6.7 rating in IMDB.