I’m trying really hard to fight an impending sense of doom with the third Bridget Jones film.
No, really, I am. I loved the first movie. I wasn’t even entirely offended at the second film. But the third? Well, it’s all feeling a little bit forced.
Today The Mirror UK announced that the third and latest installment of the Bridget Jones empire has shot not one, not two, but THREE separate endings; with the cast to be just as surprised as the audience at the film’s premiere later in 2016.
Three separate endings? Seriously? Was that necessary?
I mean, at the heart of the original Bridget Jones flick’s success was the heart-warming, intrinsically English muddledness of it all.
Colin Firth had terrible hair, Renee Zellweger got a bit tubby for the role, and Hugh Grant wore awful shirts. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t Hollywood. It was normal, ugly, gutsy, hilarious, real life – and that’s why we loved it.
And now? Now we have slick superstar Patrick Dempsey sauntering around, numerous mega-budget alternative endings, a baby (A BABY?), and a lead star who looks vaguely like Renee Zellweger but could also just be a celebrity impersonator.
But it’s not all doom and gloom. After all, the leaked pics from the film show a glimmer of the original charm and hope is restored.
We see Bridget in the mud, Bridget in a mismatched outfit, Bridget sadly clutching a Christmas tree in the snow, and Bridget at what appears to be a music festival.
So pomp and ceremony of the third release aside, we are so excited to meet our girl Bridget again soon.
…Under one of three circumstances, of course.