The genius of novelist Helen Fielding's shallow, silly and compulsively readable Bridget Jones's Diary
was Bridget herself. A neurotic charmer who eats, smokes and drinks to excess, dates dreadful men, sabotages her own ambitions and then castigates herself in her diary, Bridget struck a chord with a generation of self-loathing women convinced by self-help gurus that all their problems from fat knees to workplace inequality are the product of their own inadequacies. Sadly, in both Fielding's sequel and Beeban Kidron's fat-joke-filled follow-up to BRIDGET JONES'S DIARY (2001), all Bridget's (Renee Zellweger) problems are
her own fault. She'...