Bridget Jones: Mad About The Boy Is A Brilliant Masterpiece That Deserves A "Cry Uncontrollably" Warning Label

I am a MASSIVE Bridget Jones fan. Every single movie has felt biblical to me (everyone knows Bridget Jones' Baby is the weakest of the bunch but it still packs a punch with the nostalgia factors) and despite the fact it seems we've covered all bases in Bridget's life, I was excited to see the latest (and last?) installment, Bridget Jones: Mad About The Boy. 

I don't want to spoil too much, but we do know from the trailers that Mark Darcy, played by Colin Firth, dies an unepexted death somehow. The main draw of the movie for a "newer" audience is certainly the fact that Leo Woodall (White Lotus, One Day [on Netflix, not the much better movie with Anne Hathaway]) plays a love interest, but he's a very small piece of what could possibly the best movie in the series. We're talking love, heartbreak, death, sadness, parenting, overcoming obstacles, nostalgia, unexpected outcomes - within the first 15 minutes, your soul will be repeatedly ripped from your body. After a quick rebound into happiness and bubbly fun, when you least expect it, your heart continues to get ripped out of your chest at LEAST 5 more times. It's also somehow the funniest movie out of all of them? I was cackling laughing one minute, sobbing tears the next. Absolutely incredible writing. Hugh Grant steals the show every time he's on screen, Renee Zellweger proves that she still ***IS*** Bridget, and almost the entire cast from every movie makes an appearance. We all know I'm unstable so I wasn't quite sure if I was alone in these feelings, until I started checking out the response online. Turns out, it's not just me! How validating! 

I can't say enough good things, but I will say this - prepare for ugly tears, especially if you grew up with Bridget like I did. 20/20 experience.