"Unless I changed my life I was destined to die
alone and be found three weeks later, half-eaten by
Alsatians." After a self-confidence-crashing
single-person tragedy at her obliviously-crass mum's stuffy New
Year's Eve party, Bridget Jones (Zellweger) convinces
herself to change the direction of her nonexistent
love life.
This British street-mouthed modernization of
Austen's "Pride and Prejudice" scares up the same
actor who played Darcy in the '95 BBC version.
Zellweger resiliently sets herself up for fall after
fall - a human bowling pin. Still, her heart is
golden, smile charming and eyes devilishly naive.
Uncomfortable with her life, Jones attempts to
resuscitate her fate, "This year will take total
control of my life. Will make resolutions and keep
them. Resolution Number One - in order to mark
triumphant year in which everything stops being sh*t
- Will keep a diary."
Single, she's attracted to her despicable boss
(Grant), while avoiding a reindeer wearing barrister
(lawyer). Her heart, pride, and love life at risk,
Jones endeavors to find the man of her dreams. All
the while, a faithful trio of friends cheers her on
from the sidelines.
Brash dialogue contrasts the soft and sweet
cinematography, and hosts most of the humor. While a
great deal of the comedy is respectable, the film
over-employs "set-up-then-punch" cheap sitcom yucks
and indulges in a few visual slapstick dips.
The story spins artfully up to the climax where it
bumps like a firefighter hitting buttocks to floor
after sliding confidently down the pole. Here, the
filmmakers couldn't resist one more of an already
trying string of teasing delays to the resolution.
Too bad, that last precisely poorly timed and
inconsistently daft delay broke the back of what
could have been a very fine film.
Zellweger is delicious, Grant at top form and
Collin solid. Gorgeously filmed, "Jones's Diary"
plays like a British feature version of "Friends"
minus the laugh track. Like fudge chocolate, its
momentary burst of flavor proves insubstantial.
|