Damn you, Bridget Jones franchise, for killing off Mark Darcy—and then having the audacity to make a film that actually hits me right in the heart. A story that genuinely explores grief in such a poignant, real way, yet still manages to be full of that classic Bridget Jones humor that makes me laugh out loud. And then, on top of that, it weaves in those quiet, prosaic moments, those little snippets of joy and wonder at the world that make it all the more bittersweet.
And just when I thought I had myself together—Mark Darcy appeared, and I absolutely bawled my eyes out.
