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Date: 16 November 2004 16:51:05
...cold coffee, lukewarm champagne, and overexcited women." Orson Welles
The place: my local cinema. The film: Bridget Jones's Diary:The Edge of Reason.
This isn't so much a review of the film as a review of Femaledom. We've all been waiting for years for the next installment of mayhem in our cherished 30-something singleton's life. Finally the day arrived and so did the entire female population (well it sounded like it anyway) of England. They came bescarfed, behatted and unfettered by domestic calling. They nattered. They chatted. They forgot to give their ticket stubs to the poor lad on the door. They pushed to the front to ensure they would receive the Best Cinematic Experience Possible (well you would too if you were our on your single cinema trip with your girlfriends this year). They gasped as one when Paul Nichols (Jed), the popular fella, arrived on the scene. They cried when Bridge and...oops- almost gave away the ending there.
I think my favourite People Watching Moment of the evening came when, as if choreographed, every single mother, wife, grandmother and girlfriend drew out their mobile phones and called home frantically to check that husbands/elderly parents/children hadn't burnt the house down. Unfortunately I was among the frantic (desperately hoping for a message from my beloved who surely must have missed me since we hadn't been in contact since, oh, the previous day).
The irony hurts.