So there I found myself, on my lonesome sitting in the movie theatre with about nine younger women and twenty seniors all staring at me, wondering what the hell I was doing with my life. I must say, in the midst of my hangover I was thinking the same thing. I slumped low into my seat and waited for the film to start.
The film begins exactly as I imagined it would, with Jones’s mother calling her on her birthday to remind her that she is indeed 43 and single. Jones then attends the funeral of none other than Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant), where she bumps into Mark Darcy (Colin Firth) who is accompanied by his wife. Of course, this leads into a scene of Bridget Jones drinking on her own whilst belting out a couple lines of Celine Dion’s classic, “All by Myself.”
To cure Jones of what can only be described as a midlife crisis, work colleague Miranda decides to take Jones to Glastonbury, where she runs into a man (Patrick Dempsey) and who she ends up knocking boots with later in the day.
Fast forward and Bridget returns home to attend a christening in which she is the godmother and Mark Darcy is the godfather. After Mark announces to Bridget that he is in fact no longer married, the pair decide to hit the sheets.
When Bridget discovers that she is gaining weight, a friend suggests that she may be pregnant. Of course, when the test comes back positive Bridget is unsure which of the two is in fact the biological father.
As you can imagine the rest of the film revolves around Bridget trying to find out the real birth father. I won't say too much else as it could be a little bit of a spoiler.
Overall I found that the movie wasn’t all too bad. It wasn’t absolutely hilarious, and it rarely had me breaking anything but a smile, but all and all, not a bad flick to watch when horribly hungover.