Same Bridget. Brand new diary.
This is what the tagline claims for the sequel of Bridget Jones' Diary. Jones is, however, even clumsier than before.
Plot
A few weeks after starting a relationship with Mark Darcy, Jones starts to have doubts about it. She believes Darcy is having an affair with the gorgeous long legged Rebecca. Jones' insecurity makes her act like an idiot towards Darcy. They make up after he says he loves her and break up again. Jones ends up in Thailand doing a TV program on traveling with the charming Daniel Cleaver. She almost ends up in bed with him, but does not when an ordered Thai prostitute appears in Cleavers hotel room. On her way back to England Jones is arrested for smuggling cocaine, which she did not know was in her luggage. She ends up in a Thai prison. Darcy comes through for her and saves the day, without her knowing it. When Darcy is back in the UK, he confronts Cleaver and they end up fighting in a fountain. The song 'I believe in a thing called love' accompanies the scene. This was the first and probably last time I enjoyed a song of 'The Darkness'. Back home Jones' friends tell her what Darcy did for her and she declares his love for him.
Acting
The role of Bridget Jones is clearly written for Renée Zellweger. She is convincingly playing Jones, but the character does not appear to be real. She is too fat, too clumsy, too naïve and too ignorant. Colin Firth is Mark Darcy. A very serious, intelligent (and somewhat boring but very reliable) man. Hugh Grant has a perfect timing joking around as Daniel Cleaver. But, that is what he does best: the characters he puts down in different films are always very much alike.
The acting is brilliant, the story is weak. I have read 'Bridget Jones; The edge of reason' with much delight, but the film disappointed and annoyed me, because it was too much of everything and very predictably. Even more so for the non-book-readers. This film proves why sequels should not be made.
Verdict: This unrealistic and predictable film absolutely does not do credit to the book written by Helen Fielding and deserves to be nominated for a Raspberry Award in the category 'Most disappointing film of the year'.