were obviously plenty of women in the audience at Warners
who had had conversations with men talking to their chest
instead of their face and women who gone back for 'coffee'
with dreamboat only to remember they were wearing pants the
size of a small county (Rutland springs to mind).
Jones - not exactly an icon for 30-something singletons -
but one whom millions could relate to with her sorry-for-myself
nights in with a bottle and a video and her petty neuroses.
sees Bridget hammering and stammering her way through social
events. But occasionally she delivers ripper repartee - fabulous
put-downs you would have thought of yourself, only 20 minutes
great thing about the film is that it's British. It's so nice
to see familiar sites and people who don't look like an airbrushed
clotheshorse. It's a shame they had to pick one in Renee Zellweger
and fatten her up rather than cast an already medium-sized English
woman. Still she is very good, a brilliant comic actress in
And Hugh Grant, or should I say Hugh Grrrrrrrant is also great.
What a shame he's been miscast as a posh fop for all these
years when he's actually a bit of a stud-muffin.