Ivy Wigmore

We started watching the new Bridget Jones movie last night. OMG. Renee Z is almost unbearable to watch - her twitchy automaton movements and facial expressions, in conjunction with her horrific plastic surgery made it almost impossible to focus on anything else. Fortunately, there wasn't much else to focus on in the predictable yet unrealistic story line and the lackluster script that swung drunkenly from attempted humor to mawkishness to ham-fisted gropes at the heartstrings. Emma Thompson and Colin Firth were their reliably fine selves, but mostly absent. I did enjoy Bridget's wallpaper.