Perhaps the only thing I’m not too keen on with this film is the inclusion of the ‘s’ after the apostrophe in the title as apart from that “Bridget Jones’s Diary” is a funny, heart-warming and genuinely good movie.

In “Bridget Jones’s Diary”, Renée Zellweger (“Jerry Maguire”, “Chicago”) stars as Bridget Jones, who causes as much verbal chaos as Mr. Bean causes physical. She decides to lose weight, stop drinking and smoking and most importantly find herself a suitable boyfriend but with her inability to communicate with any level of reasonable success, she’s about to find out that it’s harder than she could have anticipated.

Zellweger is charming and funny simultaneously as Bridget Jones, delivering ridiculous lines at the worst of times. The character is typically British but without seeming forced. The first love interest she has in this film is a sleazy publisher named Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant “About A Boy”), who seems to naturally oozes with slime. Bridget’s other special someone is Mark Darcy (“Colin Firth “The King’s Speech”), who appears about as dull as watching paint dry. The whole film is about these characters and they’re silly yet somehow ‘real’ encounters full of spontaneity, humour and awkwardness.

“Bridget Jones’s Diary” gets the romantic comedy formula right as it does both the romance and the comedy with a big smile on its face. It’s a cleverly crafted comedy as it isn’t as simple as set-up followed by punch-line; it has that but then tricks you into thinking that’s it before immediately delivering a bigger set-up midway through the scene, enabling an even greater punch-line to be used. While it isn’t my normal choice of genre this is a splendid film and “Bridget Jones’s Diary” ends on the perfect note for its kind a film; I cannot begin to imagine how a sequel could possibly be successful.