At the start of the new year, 32-year-old Bridget decides it's time to take control of her life-and start keeping a diary. Now, the most provocative, erotic and hysterical book on her bedside table is the one she's writing. With a taste for adventure, and an opinion on every subject-from exercise to men to food to sex and everything in between-she's turning the page on a whole new life.
Much of the deliciousness of this piece of cinematic candy, adapted from Helen Fielding's best-selling novel, emanates from Renée Zellweger's irresistibly endearing portrayal of the slightly kooky 32-year-old title character. The quick-witted screenplay keeps the pace snappy and the tone lightly satirical as Bridget trolls through London media circles in search of Mr. Right. Eventually the film loses its edge and turns into a variation of Cinderella (by way of Jane Austen). Hugh Grant (even better here, in his serpentine mode, than as a male ingénue) and Colin Firth (grimly heroic but with a redeeming twinkle) are just about perfect as the Mr. Wrong and Mr. Right who come to fisticuffs over Bridget's affections. — Stephen Holden
2001-04-13 | Stephen Holden | Read the New York Times Review of Bridget Jones's Diary