What a load of awful nonsense.
They threw everything at this to tug on some heart strings. Children singing, an unexpected choir, un-seasonable snow, the soul of Mr Darcy re imagined as a snowy owl.
Bridget Jones has swapped her own eyes for the beady peepers of Jamie Oliver.
In one scene she's supposed to have had lip plumping serum, her face is already so augmented that you wouldn't know other than other characters pointing at her.
They go to pubs where they let kids in.
The new love interest is finally accepted by the soul of Mr Darcy (the owl) flying away.
Utter tosh.
