In addition to providing details on JK Rowling’s The Cursed Child, the Daily Mail’s Baz Bamigboye reports that they’re pushing really hard to get production started by the end of the summer on a third Bridget Jones movie:

Bridget Jones’s Baby.

Apparently negotiations are underway with Renee Zellweger and Colin Firth and they’re polishing the script which was written a few years ago by Helen Fielding and David Nicholls and is based on Fielding’s columns and not on the book that came out last year. Hugh Grant will not be included if they’re able to move forward.


Who’s asking for this?

I mean do you sit around wondering what becomes of Bridget and Mark Darcy after the second movie which, come on now, wasn’t that good? Do you sit around wondering about Carrie Bradshaw? Do you NEED to know? Am I in the minority because I can’t find any f-cks to give about Bridget and/or Carrie. These are not stories that have left us with any lack of closure.

Unlike, say, Angela Chase’s story.


I have no interest either in contributing to a crowdfunding campaign to make My So Called Life at 25 but I would, definitely, pay to read a script. Don’t need to see it. Don’t need to watch it. But I’d like to read it. I’d like to read about where Angela goes to university, which friendships she maintains here, whether or not she starts working for This American Life, and how long it takes her to finally figure out that Jordan is not The One. You gasped, like I’ve just committed a crime. But Angela and Jordan are like Britney and Justin. We loved it then. It was the BEST…then. But now, it could never be.

Um. I think? How could I know? They never told me!

This is what I’ve been obsessing over all morning since I wrote today’s shout-out. This is what I DON’T do with Bridget Jones or Carrie Bradshaw.

Attached - Renee with Doyle Bramhall at LAX last month and Claire Danes on the set of Homeland the other day in Germany.