Film

Bridget Jones's Diary

Name: Bridget Jones's Diary
Genre: Comedy, Romance, Drama
Released: 2001
Cast: Renée Zellweger, Colin Firth, Hugh Grant, Jim Broadbent, Gemma Jones

Bridget Jones's Diary turns one woman's spectacularly ordinary year into a warm, cringing, big-hearted comedy about the gap between who you're supposed to be and who you actually are. Zellweger's diary narration is confiding rather than cutesy, Grant is deliciously caddish, Firth is the reluctant heart of it. It's a comfort watch with real bite, for anyone who's ever lied about their weight.

TMDb rating

6.7

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