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Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason


Peter Bradshaw
Friday November 12, 2004
The Guardian

Britain's best-known twittering hamster is back, doing her trademark blonde pout on every billboard in the land: one part Marilyn to three parts Kenneth Williams. Renée Zellweger's Bridget Jones has become one of the more likable roles of her career. The accent is eccentric but consistent, and the Bridget films have thankfully never pandered to nasty American humour targeting British teeth. What is most impressive about Renée's Bridge is her very plausible, capillary-distressed British skin. Not the traditional A-lister's undifferentiated honey-bronze sheen, but a skin redolent of brisk walks and camping holidays, undertaken in inclement weather.
Bridget is now a successful if chaotic cable TV presenter and she's got her Mr Right: Mark Darcy, the uptight human rights barrister with a heart and, indeed, bank account of gold, played by Colin Firth. They've been together for a couple of months; he sleeps over at her flat and every night they shag for England, although she doesn't get to come to his flash townhouse - and there's a certain gorgeous twentysomething hanging about him that Bridget doesn't like the look of.
But the question in all our minds is: when, when, oh when, is Hugh Grant coming on? Because this movie's big plus is its big minus and it's exactly the same as the first time. Hugh Grant is far and away the best thing in it and when he comes on, the enjoyment factor advances with a great swoosh. His Daniel Cleaver, as exquisitely groomed and tailored as ever, is now improbably employed as a travel presenter on the same channel, popping up in Rome and dismissing the Sistine Chapel as "poof interior design gone bonkers", and then sashaying around the Serpentine Gallery offering his reactionary but perceptive views on John Currin.

The station naturally suggests that he and Bridge team up. Bridget is scornful but it isn't long before the old black magic cranks into life with the movie cheekily reminding us that he and Bridget have enjoyed anal love, and playfully implying that this is not an intimacy that Mark Darcy has enjoyed. Daniel claims to Bridget that he is now in group therapy for his sex addiction: "I hug people who smell."

I would have liked to see those scenes, but maybe they were a bit too much like About a Boy. In a spirit of if-it-ain't-broke-why-fix-it, Beeban Kidron's sequel reprises almost everything that worked in the first film, including Mark and Daniel's girlie jumper-pulling fight, but peps up the action with foreign location-work: a stopover in a ski-ing resort (unfunny) and a women's prison in Bangkok (quite funny). It's all part of the strange unreality of the Bridget universe, conceived in the distant 1990s, when relationships were the most important thing in the world. Entertaining stuff, mostly, but Hugh Grant is absent for ages and ages, and without him it's just not the same.

capillary - włosowaty (naczynie włosowate)
consistent - konsekwentny, spójny
crank - wkręcać się
distressed - zbolały, wyczerpany
go bonkers - zwariować
groomed - zadbany
hang about - kręcić się, pałętać
honey-bronze - miodowy brąz
inclement - niepogoda, wietrzny (klimat)
interior design - architektura wnętrz
pander - zaspokajać zachcianki, przymilać się
pep up - ożywiać, dopingować
plausible - przekonywający, wiarygodny
poof- (wulgarne, obraźliwe) pedalski, gejowski
pop up - pojawiać się
pout - wydymać wargi
redolent of - przypominający, wywołujący wspomnienia
reprise - wznawiać
sashay - przechadzać się
scornful - pogardliwy
shag -(wulgarne)- rżnąć
sheen - połysk
swoosh - świst
exquisitely - przepięknie, znakomicie
undifferentiated- nierozróżnialny
uptight - nerwowy, spięty
twitter - ćwierkać, świergotać, mówić szybko



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