If you ask me, it should be “Bridget Jones’ Diary”, but nobody bothered to seek out my grammatical expertise.
Things were going okay until the ridiculousness of the third act.
I did appreciate that the two main male characters didn’t get along for reasons that didn’t directly involve Bridget Jones.
They did a few interesting shots and angles and whatnot. What the heck, I’ll give it to them.
Ah, the days when MSN was a thing. In this movie, it wasn’t a big enough thing to take off for though.
I am not the target audience of this film, and I tried to take that into consideration when scoring it.