And the picture also indulges in something the first "Bridget Jones" didn't: humiliating its heroine. Could it actually have been as bad as this? The self-pity the first movie avoided is in full flower here.
"Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason" is so clumsy and crass that it makes you doubt the pleasure of the first movie. But there were enough real laughs to compensate for that broadness - and despite the reputation Helen Fielding's novel had gotten as a whiner's lament, the picture didn't wallow in self-pity and had a good streak of disreputability. It was thrown together, had no style and was often broad enough to make you cringe. It's a measure of how off this sequel is that we wind up wondering the same thing.įor a bad movie, "Bridget Jones's Diary" lingered in the memory pleasantly. The purpose of bringing back Grant's Daniel is to toss a wrench into the machinery of true love and make Bridget wonder if she's made the right choice. He's childishly, unreasonably funny.Īt the end of "Bridget Jones's Diary" Renée Zellweger's Bridget threw over Daniel for Colin Firth's Mark Darcy, the dependable, considerate human-rights lawyer who loved her. The device gives Grant a chance to get off some zingers (particularly one directed at the wildly overrated painter John Currin), and he delivers them with dirty-minded aplomb.
He's the host of a show that attempts to make culture cool for the lads-mag set. In this outing, Daniel has moved from publishing to junk TV. He played Daniel as the type of guy that all common sense should tell you was bad news but who you couldn't help enjoying anyway. Grant succeeded in the role of the arrogant, charming and wholly untrustworthy cocksman Daniel Cleaver, as he does here, by being just a bit more raunchy than you expected him to be. And it did so by allowing Grant to find his inner cad. The first Bridget Jones movie had the same effect on Grant's screen persona as a last-minute reprieve for a dog on his way to being spayed - it saved him from turning forever into a stammering neuter.
Hugh Grant trots through "Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason" - too well groomed to be a stray, too raffish to be a purebred - with the confidence of a stud dog naughtily wagging his equipment at all the available lady pooches.
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