Bridget Jones, My Way

Tuesday, November 23rd, 2004 • 3 Comments on Bridget Jones, My Way

I heard good things about Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason and I liked Bridget Jones’s Diary, so I expected to like the second one, as well.  I haven’t read the book, so I went in with no preconceived notions.  It’s not that I hated the movie, but I found myself rewriting the story as I watched it.

(Warning, spoilers ahead)

First of all, Colin Firth as Mark Darcy is about as exciting a character as Dustin Hoffman as Rainman.  I kept waiting for the smug Mark Darcy to pat Bridget on the head and give her a Milkbone.  He is just so… bland.  Boring.  A good guy, sure.  Prominent career, excellent manners, impressive pedigree.  He is the perfect man—which is probably why I wanted Bridget to tell him to bugger off.

On the other hand, I found myself very disappointed that Bridget didn’t sleep with Daniel Cleaver.  Sure, he’s a cad (and so is Hugh Grant), but he’s interesting.  Life is never dull with Daniel.  He has charisma the wooden Mark Darcy could never hope to have.  Plus, he looks like a better kisser.

I really couldn’t understand why Bridget was supposed to end up with Mark Darcy.  She already has a full life with a good, if somewhat embarrassing, job; loyal friends and a slightly nutty family; and she lives in London—what more could a single girl need?  Oh right, a boring husband in a three piece suit and babies.  Yawn.  She never really fit into Mark Darcy’s world, and why would she want to?  Bridget sells herself short by settling for Mark Darcy.

The scene in the Thai prison where the other women are telling tales about their awful boyfriends who beat them, make them work the streets and do drugs is supposed to be an epiphany for Bridget.  Ah-ha!  Mark Darcy doesn’t make her do these things.  Sure, he’s a little dull and he’s as snobbish as his pompous friends and he treats her more like a father than a boyfriend, but he doesn’t beat her!  Therefore, he must be the best boyfriend ever.

Gag me.

Frankly, if I’d written the script, I would have had Bridget renouncing men and running off with the very charming and sexy Jacinda Barrett’s Rebecca.  One of the most touching scenes of the movie was when Rebecca professed her unrequited love for Bridget.  Nothing Mark Darcy said ever came close.  (Though I did enjoy watching Colin Firth and Hugh Grant chase each other around and fight in the fountain.)

So, there is my ending for Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason:  Bridget and Rebecca live happily ever after, with the occasional kinky holiday threesome with Daniel Cleaver.  It might not be the traditional happily-ever-after, but it would never be boring.  Oh, and there’s still room for Mark Darcy—everyone needs a good attorney.

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