But, when the movie version of Helen Fielding's hit novel was released in April, fans were pleased. The author had collaborated on the screenplay with Brit com stalwarts Richard Curtis and Andrew Davies. Zellwegger had gained 20 pounds, dropping her annoyingly cute factor a few notches. Gone were the book's almost daily tabulations of Bridget's weight (and excuses for gain or loss), cigarettes smoked, alcohol units consumed and calories eaten. Her friends Jude and Sharon got shoved to the peripherals as well, making the movie Bridget Jones's Diary less Celibate in the City than the book. Here, the boys take center stage. Playing the scoundrel Daniel Cleaver, Bridget's philandering boss, is the cast-against-type Hugh Grant, channeling, no doubt, whatever force compelled him to pick up a prostitute. And Colin Firth portrays Mark Darcy, the rich, divorced lawyer who's essentially an updated version of Pride and Prejudice's Mr. Darcy, Firth's best known role and Fielding's inspiration for Bridget's successful suitor. The resulting movie is like a "best of Bridget" with all the romance, small triumphs and major embarrassments that made us love her. And, as Bridget would say, that's v. v. good.