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It doesn't help that her mum is always trying to set her
up with a good chap including the most anally retentive lawyer
type Mark Darcy (Firth) who has about as much humour in him
as the Nine Network's senior management.
Running from the lawyer, our Bridget find herself having
an office fling with her boss Daniel Cleaver (Grant), who
is not the sort of guy sensible girls should get involved
with. Oh he's funny, charming, a bit of a devil, but as for
being ready for a serious relationship?
Anyway, there's also trouble at home, trouble with her weight,
trouble with ciggies ... in fact the only thing that doesn't
give her grief is the ever present half bottle of wine.
As romantic comedies go Bridget Jones's Diary is more
than pleasant viewing and has some extremely funny moments.
However, with all the raving that went on about it I must
say I was expecting something more.
Zellweger is superb as Bridget - her accent is pretty damn
good - and she has the right mix of dopeyness and likeability
to carry the movie.
Grant is just divine (ooops, couldn't resist) and will have
the ladies swooning as he plays the naughty manager. He is
likeable (if you are a chap) and again plays the role with
oodles of charm.
The dark horse is Firth who, it must be said, begins as a
poker-up-the-bottom sourface and stays that way for most of
the movie. He is very good and when the script allows for
it, he turns on the charm.
The transfer for Bridget Jones's Diary is almost perfect
with sharpness, good colour and no major eye irritants whatsoever.
Soundwise, it's fine for a dialogue-based romance.
Worth watching, but don't expect fireworks.
Conclusion: Movie 80%, Extras 65%
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