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Renee Zellweger in a scene from “Bridget Jones’s Baby.” (AP Images)
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Some might say this movie is cinematic comfort food: Of course you know what you’re getting, and while it might not be great for you, it provides some instant gratification and it leaves you feeling warm inside, at least for a while.
I found the experience more akin to taking a chance on that carton of food WAY in the back of your refrigerator — only to quickly realize your suspicions were right and you’ve just ingested something lousy and well past its “Sell By” date.
Even as a fairy tale, this is a joke. (But not a funny one.) “Bridget Jones’s Baby” is so predictable and so cloying and so insulting to the audience, from the plot “twists” to the editing choices to the iTunes playlist soundtrack to the misunderstandings so cliched it feels as if they were lifted from a 1980s sitcom, it’s a wonder all parties involved didn’t just shrug their shoulders and walk off the set in defeat halfway through the movie.
The alleged comedy in “Bridget Jones’s Baby” is hideously obvious.
Let’s start with Bridget’s 43rd birthday. She’s alone again, as her on-again, off-again, 10-year romance with Colin Firth’s Mark Darcy is permanently off. As Bridget (Renee Zellweger) narrates her tale of woe, “All by Myself” gives way to … “Insane in the Membrane” by Cypress Hill, and yes, Bridget dances around her apartment while lip-syncing. Cringe.
And how do Bridget’s office mates celebrate her 43rd birthday? By greeting her with signs saying, “HAPPY 43RD BIRTHDAY,” a cake with 43 candles and singing, “Happy 43rd birthday to you, happy 43rd birthday to you …”
Heeeelarious.
About that job: Bridget is a TV producer for a live news show. Of all the cinematic depictions of television news shows, this is one of the stupidest and most ridiculous. Also, Bridget is really, really, TRULY horrible at her job — which isn’t funny at all. It just makes her seem like a fool who doesn’t care.
Ah, but what about romance?
Patrick Dempsey plays Jack, the billionaire founder of a dating website that claims one can use algorithms to determine the perfect match. (The website looks like something that was created in 1999.) Bridget and Jack hook up at an outdoor music festival supposedly populated by tens of thousands, but the way it’s filmed, with about 150 overacting extras in the background, is just embarrassing.
Shortly after trysting with Jack, Bridget sleeps with her old flame Mark Darcy, who is married but tells Bridget he’s going through a divorce.
A couple of months later, Bridget learns she’s pregnant. Who’s the father? Who will win her heart? How will she balance her career and her pregnancy?
“Bridget Jones’s Baby” tackles these questions, and many more, in astonishingly inept fashion.
Whatever is next for Bridget Jones, might I suggest the working title of “Bridget Jones’s Never Filmed Adventures.”

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  • I wouldn’t see this movie if you paid me, I would prefer to have my eyes gauged out with plastic sporks and I don’t think that many chicks would run out and see this piece of flaming garbage either.

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