Bridget Jones is working as a TV host and still dating her new love, barrister Mark Darcy, for a perfect six weeks. But Bridget is jealous of the time Mark spends with a gorgeous co-worker Rebecca and, despite a vacation meant to smooth things over, ends their relationship. On assignment in Thailand with her disreputable ex, Daniel Cleaver - claiming to be a reformed man - they have a short dalliance, and she is arrested at the airport and temporarily jailed on the false accusation of drug smuggling before Mark, seemingly indifferent, comes to the rescue.
"You think you've found the right man, but there's so much wrong with him, and then he finds there's so much wrong with you, and then it all just falls apart."
It feels like an extension of the first movie more than a prequel. I mean that as in it is very similar, contuing from where we left off and is still pretty funny. Lesson for me here is that overthinking is a bitch.
Picking up from the first outing for the ditzy "Bridget" (Renée Zellweger), she is now six weeks into her doting relationship with human rights lawyer "Mark" (Colin Firth). Thanks also to a bit of skydiving and some pigs, she is finding her broadcasting career blossoming too and with boss "Richard" (Neil Pearson) keen to build her part up, she is annoyingly partnered with smarmy old beau "Daniel" (Hugh Grant) and despatched to do a travelogue on Thailand. He's a charmer is that one, but she knows he cannot be trusted. That's successfully proven when she gets herself caught up in a drug smuggling caper and confined to a 40-to-a-cell women's prison with only one fairly hapless Foreign Office gent telling her how sticky her wicket is! Can she ...