Renée Zellweger Rapping Is What 2016 Needs

Bridget Jones' Baby opens with our supposedly frumpy heroine rapping to herself over a single cupcake. Another birthday gone, and, at 43, what has come of Bridget’s life? She’s single again, but killing it professionally as a TV news producer. Alas, all of her friends have kids, and she worries she’s missed her window for motherhood and elusive true love. Then she does it with two dudes, gets pregnant, and has to figure out who the dad is. Two hours of predictable antics ensue, along with undeniable, irresistible, and basic humanity. If you’re reading this review for shit-talking about the triviality of love-seeking and other life experiences that have been feminized by our culture, you’ll have to look elsewhere.