Oh, Baby -- Bridget Jones's Baby

I went into the first Bridget Jones movie with almost unbearable enthusiasm.  Luckily, I liked the first film v. much and have watched it many times since with true and undiminished pleasure.
 
I went into Bridget Jones's Baby film with low expectations.  I knew the film was not based upon the latest book, Mad About the Boy*, and the trailer made me nervous.  But it was Bridget and we're old friends so of course I was going to see it.  

Here's the thing though:  I freaking loved it.  My reaction goes beyond "pleasantly surprised" or "way better than I expected."  I laughed out loud, really laughed and possibly cackled, which I don't do enough in my day-to-day life.  And I cried, on and off throughout the film, basically almost every time Mark Darcy and Bridget Jones were together in a scene.  The film is not a tearjerker, but I think I was just overwhelmed by love for these characters and by almost twenty years of investment in their fictional love story on the page and screen.  Also overwhelmed to consider the changes in my own life between the turn-of-the-century (when I first met Bridget Jones) and today. 

Thank you, Helen Fielding.  Thank you, Renee Zellweger.  Thank you, Colin Firth.

I'll leave you with a screen shot of a tweet from @WendiAarons that I wholeheartedly endorse.

Unless your heart is made of ice, go see the movie.


*A film based upon Mad About the Boy would be heartbreaking to watch.