Bridget Jones has faced many claims over the years: anti-feminist, anti-nice-guys, flaky, promiscuous, neurotic, fat, thin, clumsy, awkward, smoker, drinker, drama queen. But she is, improbably for a character played by a full-blooded Texan, irrepressibly, unashamedly, quintessentially, beautifully British. She is in so many respects what we recognise, what we are, what we sometimes don’t want to be and sometimes just what we do want to be.
So the news that Bridget, our Bridget, was filmed buying a copy of The Big Issue from a vendor outside of her flat in Borough, South London – which presumably she would then add to the stockpile creaking and tilting by her couch, collected over years – didn’t surprise us at all. It was, in fact, a stroke of genius by film-makers for what it revealed about her, but also, about us.
It was, in fact, a stroke of genius by filmmakers for what it revealed about her, but also, about us
So what can’t be denied is that Bridget has always had a distinct charm and secure place of affection in our hearts. She’s not just got egg on her face, but yolk in her ear and shell in her fringe (which she cut herself with bacon scissors). She falls, she stumbles, she fumbles and she bumbles. She chooses the inappropriate guy, makes errors in the (clearly) wrong career, drinks too much vodka (on a Monday), eats too many pies (according to her own self-critical inner monologue), wears bad clothes her mother forces on her, says “fuck” when she really really shouldn’t and quite often has the wrong kind of sex with the wrong kind of people.
But, what many have often missed about Bridge, and the new film Bridget Jones’s Baby makes abundantly clear, is that she has also always always been kind and warm-hearted and generous and good. Yes, she has moments of narcissism and self-involvement (hey, none of us are perfect), but her care extends beyond the world she’s standing in.
That said, that world has changed dramatically in the years since Bridget was born (cinematically) 15 years ago. Since, we’ve survived New Labour, a returning Conservative government, rode huge highs and plummeted into lows. Arguably, the gap between “them” and “us” has contracted and in some cases disappeared altogether. Bridget – and her long chequered career history, still empty fridge and yep, sparse flat – represents the uncomfortable fact that we are all one turn of bad luck, one career-ending error, one incident, away from – if not ending up on the streets – no longer able to afford our rent or our life as we know it. We are, in 2016, more than ever, in this together. We know friends, we know neighbours, we know family members who are living month to month. We are surrounded by the recognition of the slippery situation we live in, where the scales can tip and fall at whim.
