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Even though Bridget Jones fans are used to zany plot developments, few could have anticipated the twist in the new installment of her film series: Miraculously, \u201cBridget Jones: Mad About the Boy\u201d reconnects with the deft balance of bubbliness, high jinks and emotion<\/a> that was the hallmark of the movie that started it all in 2001<\/a>, \u201cBridget Jones\u2019s Diary.\u201d<\/p>\n That is a surprise, indeed, because of the first two sequels\u2019 diminishing returns. The previous entry in the franchise, \u201cBridget Jones\u2019s Baby,\u201d<\/a> may have ended with our heroine (Ren\u00e9e Zellweger) as the beaming new bride of her soul mate, Mark Darcy (Colin Firth), but the franchise itself was in dire straits. Labored and unfunny, that film, from 2016, sounded like a cinematic death rattle rather than peals of joyous wedding bells.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n Michael Morris\u2019s \u201cMad About the Boy\u201d opens with Bridget a widow of four years \u2014 happiness is always fleeting, a bittersweet undercurrent that anchors those generally buoyant movies.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n She is as messy and disheveled as ever, the kind of mom who sets pasta on fire and lets her young children (Mila Jankovic and Casper Knopf) run the house. Fortunately, she still has the same supporting friends (James Callis, Shirley Henderson and Sally Phillips). She also continues to hang out with the suave playboy Daniel Cleaver, portrayed, as always, by Hugh Grant \u2014 how the Bridget Jones movies have, over the years, handled this now unpalatable type qualifies as magic of the highest order. And blessedly, Emma Thompson pops back as Bridget\u2019s gynecologist, pronouncing \u201csyphilis\u201d in a way that deserves to start a thousand TikTok memes.<\/p>\n Still, it\u2019s time for Bridget to move on and make the most of her 50s<\/a>. In short order, she falls into the toned arms of the 29-year-old Roxster McDuff (Leo Woodall, \u201cThe White Lotus\u201d), who rescues her from an ill-fated attempt to climb a tree \u2014 one of many instances of slapstick in the movie, a wise decision considering Zellweger\u2019s expert physical comedy.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n As usual for the series, another man hovers on the periphery. Where Roxster is described as a \u201ctree Adonis,\u201d the science teacher Mr. Wallaker is called a \u201cwhistle-obsessed fascist.\u201d This is a suspense-free recycling of the old Mark-Daniel antagonism, but nobody will complain, especially since Mr. Wallaker is played by a Chiwetel Ejiofor so effortlessly charming, you wonder why it took so long for him to land a lead in a rom-com.<\/p>\n \u201cMad About the Boy\u201d is fairly fleet-footed when dealing with another franchise perennial: Bridget\u2019s \u2014 and by extension, fairly or not, Zellweger\u2019s \u2014 relationship with her body. This manifests most visibly in a lip-serum injection gone awry, but somehow the film sticks the landing after what could have been an uncomfortable pirouette.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n Almost a quarter of a century in, the Bridget Jones movies are coalescing into an evocative portrayal of a character coming to terms with both her imperfections and her strengths in real time, a bit like Fran\u00e7ois Truffaut\u2019s Antoine Doinel series<\/a>, which followed that character from teenage truant in \u201cThe 400 Blows\u201d (1959) to newly divorced man in \u201cLove on the Run\u201d (1979). I\u2019m now looking forward to seeing Bridget as a madcap grandmother.<\/p>\n Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy<\/strong>
Rated R for saucy language and fulfilling sex. Running time: 2 hours 4 minutes. Watch on Peacock.<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n