Last night, after getting RG sufficiently well fed and liquored up, I convinced him to sit down with me and watch a chickflick-to-beat-all-chickflicks: Bridget JOnes: The Edge of Reason.

Big disappointment, especially for fans of Bridget #1, which is among my fave romantic comedies, period.

In this version, Bridget is so over the top that she's a caricature. All the characters are, actually. It's impossible to imagine Mark Darcy wanting to have anything to do with this frumpy crazy woman.

We only made it half way through the movie before RG began snoring, so I turned it off and watched the rest after he left.

Not recommended.