CHICK FLICK ALERT!.....CHICK FLICK ALERT!....

Rating: Null/10 (5 June 2001)

I've got two words to describe this movie: 1. Chick, and 2. Flick.
My girlfriend dragged me to see this, and although I'll admit that it was mildly entertaining, I spent much of my time wondering what was the point of making it! What distinguished this movie from the ninety-nine zillion other movies about the same subject with the same plot skeleton: girl is wallowing in her loneliness, girl meets guy who ends up hurting her somehow, another guy in the background crawls out of the woodworks to sweep her off her feet and they live happily ever after. This theme has become incredibly cliche, and makes for an extremely ordinary movie. Tacking on a diary to the plot doesn't really change anything. There were other pointless "features" of this movie, such as the fact that Daniel Cleaver stole Marc Darcy's wife, but lied to Bridget about it. Any such feature of a movie that can be cut out completely without altering the story shouldn't be included in the first place.
Renee Zellweger's British accent was HORRIBLE! Listening to it for the duration of the movie was agonizing. And I'm not even English! "Bridget Jones' Diary" wasn't worth the $7.50 for the ticket (and definitely not the $15 you'd spend if you're taking your significant-other to see it)