Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason
UK/France/Ireland/USA, 2004. Rated R. 108 minutes.
Cast: Renée Zellweger, Colin Firth, Hugh Grant, Jim Broadbent, Gemma Jones, Jacinda Barrett, Celia Imrie, Shirley Henderson
|Grade: C||Review by Carlo Cavagna|
n 2001, Bridget Jones's Diary and its slightly eccentric, slightly overweight heroine (Renée Zellweger) charmed audiences with her sharp wit and charming foibles as she negotiated dilemmas in life and love. The film, and Helen Fielding's novel on which it was based, loosely retold Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Austen's influence helped lend the story cohesion and narrative drive, linking its comic episodes together and pushing the audience to an emotionally satisfying conclusion, when Bridget finally got the right man. The casting of Colin Firth as that man, who also played Austen's counterpart in the popular 1995 miniseries, was an inside joke that acknowledged Fielding's debt.
Problem is, Jane Austen never wrote a Pride and Prejudice 2.
If she had, I doubt very much that Elizabeth Bennett would have turned on Mr. Darcy, reconsidered the virtues of Mr. Wickham, and landed herself in jail.
The story of Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason goes something like this: Bridget Jones madly loves Mark Darcy (Firth). And publicly embarrasses herself. Bridget doubts Mark's love for her. And publicly embarrasses herself. Bridget goes back and forth whether to break up with Mark. And publicly embarrasses herself. Bridget feels threatened by Mark's hot young assistant Rebecca (Jacinda Barrett). And publicly embarrasses herself. Bridget does break up with Mark. And publicly embarrasses herself. Bridget winds up in Thailand on a journalistic assignment with her ex-lover, the despised Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant). And publicly embarrasses herself. Etcetera.
Bridget Jones (Renée Zellweger) has a wacky hair-ironing episode in Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason.
The totally unimaginative Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason feels like leftover turkey from the first movie, left out on the counter all night, sliced up, and stuffed between slices of flimsy Wonderbread. It feels like the “repeat” cycle of your wash, by which time the colors are already bled and faded, but the machine goes round once more just to be sure the clothes are done. It feels like, oops, Britney Spears did it again. This movie is made of 100% recycled materials. (Well, at least it's environmentally conscious.)
As helmed by recycled materials expert Beeban Kidron (To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar), The Edge of Reason lurches through the motions, rehashing every funny moment from the original movie in strained episode after strained episode after strained episode. There's no narrative anymore; there's just incidents. Instead of laughing with Bridget, The Edge of Reason—as the unfortunate title implies—laughs at her. It forgets that the charm of the first film derived from slight exaggeration of recognizable human idiosyncrasies. Her imperfections are no longer recognizable, and therefore no longer endearing, because they have been exaggerated to the point that Bridget becomes irredeemably ridiculous. Now, an unanswerable question poses itself: Why do so many other characters in the movie continue to desire her?
Because the story is so repetitive and poorly structured, the film lacks conflict or suspense. Bridget and Mark take too long to split up, and once the separation is accomplished, Daniel is so transparent that he never makes a believable romantic alternative. To find some kind of tension, the film has to resort to throwing our heroine in a Thai prison as a result of a series of events that you've seen in only a few hundred other films and television shows. Grant is the only major performer or behind-the-camera talent to discover slightly new ground by deciding to see how far he can take the sleazebucket thing. Though borne of the same impulse to exaggerate that cripples the rest of the film, the result is pretty funny.
Most unforgivably, Bridget Jones seems to have lost her voice. The first movie was about her perspective, and it was understood that all the embarrassment she experiences was as much about her perception of those incidents as the incidents themselves. She had a bit of a spine, too—a core of determination and self-respect (despite all her self-deprecation) that saw her through the worst of circumstances. Here, Bridget is just along for a bumpy ride. Fortunately Zellweger, who put the pounds back on for this sequel, remains an engaging performer and helps redeem the character somewhat. While she has now become a glamour queen with her roles in Chicago and Down with Love, she is a better fit in quirkier character roles like in Jerry Maguire and Nurse Betty. Thanks to Zellwegger, and Grant's occasional mugging, The Edge of Reason is passably entertaining, but that's the most you can say for it.
Sequels are always difficult, because they must offer something different while remaining true to the characters and artistic perspective of the original. Comedy sequels are particularly difficult, because much of comedy derives from newness and unexpectedness. You can't make an unexpected film that simply repeats the jokes of the original. Instead of resorting to exaggeration, The Edge of Reason could have explored how Bridget adapts to, say, sharing her home with a man, and the compromises a relationship requires. Apparently the novel does delve into these issues, but the film isn't about Bridget learning to cope with the difficulties of a long-term relationship. It's just about Bridget learning to accept that, yes, Mark does love her. Though after seeing this film, it's anyone's guess why.
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