Cue 'All By Myself' on the CD player
Enter Jack (Patrick Dempsey) and a steamy fling in a tent at a music festival, a quick romp for old times sake with a newly single Mark and hey presto you have a bun in the oven. But who is the Father?
Well this book may follow a completely different story to Helen Fielding's third Bridget Jones book by thank goodness it did or we may have missed this cinematic treat. The comedy is spot on. I have not laughed that hard in a long time. The scene where Bridge is in labour trying to get to the hospital I couldn't even see the screen due to the tears of laughter streaming down my face. The whole cinema was in stiches - men and women! I laughed so stomach muscles hurt the next day.
It is not often you find a film franchise which can keep things fresh so long after the first incarnation but they hit this on the head yet again. Perfection.