Poor Renee Zellweger. She had to eat pancake after pancake, hoagie after hoagie to reprise her role as Bridget Jones in the inevitable sequel to Bridget Jones’s Diary
, and the result isn’t worth the strain on her little body. Watching this subpar film with the taste of maple syrup still nestling in her binge-eating mouth must’ve given her one helluva stomach ache. While I found the character of Bridget endearing in the original, she got on my nerves this time out, nothing but a punchline for fat jokes and public humiliation. Hugh Grant’s bad-boy character makes a welcome return, and Colin Firth garners a laugh here and there, but seemingly anything involving Bridget is embarrassing to watch. An opening sequence where she winds up skydiving into pig shit gets things started on a sour note, and by the time she winds up in a Thai prison on a drug bust things have become rather ridiculous.