gawd is this adorable!
even start with "how's Renée going to pull off
the British accent" question. Need I remind you the
boys from Enemy at the Gates
didn't even bother to mumble even the slightest of Russian accents?
Hmm. While a true Brit could no doubt spot her practiced faux
Umberland lilt, you won't know the difference!
hated Renée's movie The Bachelor,
never saw Jerry Maguire, and quite frankly figured she'd
be in thigh cream infomercials within the year. But with Me,
Myself and Irene and then Nurse
Betty last season...Okay! Damn her, I'm a fan.
purged my bitterness over her once repetitive mock-breeding
with stud-o-my-dreams-long-time-mansirloin- smitt Jim Cletus
Carrey, I went in with a positive attitude. And was not disappointed.
Her delivery of the script's wry dry humor, super clever once-you-get/translate
it was wonderfully charming and exact.
am a little annoyed that the ads and promos for BJD that
make it sound like Zellweger's the size of an aged lower Himalayan
work Yak in this. Excuse me? She looks normal and adorable.
Fat? Okay fat= Rosie O'Donnell. Fat = happily ballpark plump
Manhandlerheim. Renée is simply radiant. Of course she
did put on twenty hip hugging pounds for the role which
she insta-shed and is back to being her usual "American
stickbug thin" self.
there's the terribly British delicious man buffet cast along
side the weak bladdered cutey. We get both Hugh 'humma-humma"
Grant and Colin "tall -n-yummy" Firth.
Firth is a bit of a generic British afternoon tea-Mayflowery-looking-
stuffed- shirt-higher-than-thou-bow-to-me-wanker- type...till
you get to know him.
Grant, well aware of his "scab tag," plays a raunchy-iously
delectable bad boy. Hugh's a Uggeshall County style man-crumpet
that's been toasted gently and drenched lightly in manmarlade;
meant for eating slowly, indulging in each sinfully scrumptious
morsel of man candy.
Where was I?
authors of this decidedly feel good romantic girl movie, both
novelist/best seller Helen Fielding and screen adapter/long
time fave comedy scripter of large achievements, Richard (the
British version of our David E Kelley ) Curtis,are
to be applauded! Not just for the wonderful movie they've made,
but particularly for the manly "fight" scene, between
Hugh and Colin that put myself and the 98% female audience in
a raised eye brow sweat and spinal spasms within the first thirty
frames. So, from all we gals that actually own Fight
Club and dig snorting-toilet seat up-farting-belching-phermone-spewing
men, we salute you for making the two Brits a little less, er,
Bridget Jones' Diary story goes like this...Bridget's
(Renée " I'm no flash in the pan folks" Zellweger)
a thirty something nobody with low self esteem and pretty pathetic
going ons. Even her friends take great delight in having
a bit of a laugh at her expense. It's really easy as she often
says the wrong thing, fumbles about, and generally makes a horse's
arse of herself.
She's a normal gal with normal feline desires. Enter her seductive
sexual- harassment- case-waiting to-happen boss Hugh, er, Daniel
Clever. He's smart looking, witty and raring to go-if you get
my blatant sexual drift.
end up together in a whirlwind of lust. But, Bridget- at the
same time -natch- meets pompous childhood ex-neighbor
Mark Darcy ( Colin -I'd even brave possible Mad Cow and
Hoof and Mouth for this Brit- Firth). He has utterly no respect
for the her and each time they meet he takes the liberty of
assaulting her with his snide comments. Yet still, somehow,
he finds her offbeat mannerisms repulsively attractive.
and fog fill the London air.
But, is Daniel all "posh voiced and of seedy character"
the man for her? Or perhaps this snobby wanker Mark is the better
mate? Bridget is right smack in man dilemma hell. You can't
keep both ya know! Well, outside Utah and parts of western Nevada
no other lesson is taken away from BJD we are reminded
to always wear the sexy underwear girls. The tummy tucker-asscrack
riding-hip-hugging-all cotton -granny numbers will simply guarantee
Mr. Right will not only show up primed and smelling of smoky
cologne, he'll have been lost at sea for several weeks and in
dire need of a bit of casual sex between consenting adults.
Better safe with the leopard print thongs then shoving your
bloomers in the magazine rack when he's not looking...trust
is one great heart felt movie folks. Granted it is really "for
the girls." But, if you have one of those rare accommodating
fellows in your life, take him.
Jones' Diary is very romantic, often borderline farcical
and very well put together by an ensemble cast whos face's are
brilliantly familiar to those in love with LionHeart imports
run on PBS and this little star that shines with effervescence,
aside: BJD is slightly reminiscent of 1966 hit, Georgie
Girl , starring a porky, er, portly Lynn Redgrave. But
but Redgrave was heavyset, and this is no cheesy
recommendation: Blue soup with spring leeks, mish mosh and
Renée Zellweger, Colin Firth, Hugh Grant
By: Sharon Maguire