[Bridget Jones
Bridget Jones's Diary, 2001
director: Sharon Maguire; writers: Helen Fielding, Andrew Davies, Richard Curtis]
a.k.a. something in your life will always suck.
What I adore about this statement (besides how elegantly it puts the italic statement above) is how it plays on literature. Because this quote is, first of all, a a paraphrase of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice opening sentence. And as such it is neither particularly subtle nor requiring any amount of deep knowledge of either writers’ work to understand. Like it’s predecessor, however, it summarizes a very common concept, wildly spread around among the generation described in a respective book. Women in Jane Austen’s time were to believe every man needs a woman (or there is something wrong with him). Women in Helen Fielding’s time learned that one cannot have everything and if everything is under control someone is moving too slow. [quoting Mario Andretti]
This very quote, actually, got me thinking about parallels between these two books that are less verbatim than the quote. Both books present a set of characters representing various social and financial statuses. One could argue that Bridget’s society is significantly more comical while Elizabeth’s one is better characterized (or vice versa). I choose to believe, all are supposed to be symbols and that Fielding and Maguire on purpose made theirs to be counterparts of the original. First in line we have, of course, blatantly obvious Mr. (Mark) Darcy, played by Colin Firth (drool). Second one I thought of was a vulgar mother, which made me quite disappointed with my brain for going precisely there. But then, correlation between Natasha and Caroline Bingley could not have been any less subtle. I also see Mr. Wickham upon traveling thorough time transforming into Daniel Cleaver without any difficulty, just like sisters convert into friends (Mary Bennett would make perfect Cosmo, while Jane would become Magda, the whereabouts of Kitty and Lydia are not yet identified in my brain). I can even see (whoever thought of that in the second movie – brilliant) sweet little gay Rebecca being a counterpart of Miss Darcy.
But no matter how hard I try, Elizabeth just doesn’t become Bridget. With all the verbal diarrhea, with all the opinions and living according to the society but dreaming bigger than expecting, there is something that doesn’t quite transfer. Cause Bridget is … Bridget. In the society where the respected women are of Natasha’s and Magda’s kind, Bridget with all the lack of knowledge, poise and size zero is so … normal. While Elizabeth is who women wanted to be like, Bridget is who they acknowledge to be. And when everything falls down to pieces, they, just like Bridget, lay their heads on the bath tub ledge, pick up themselves and everything else that fell, put on a top and a skirt, change a job and move on. As figuring out feelings for Mr. Darcy does not need to mean sitting home and listening to the mother anymore. Thank God.