In July, we talked about Renee Zellweger’s upcoming weight gain three-peat, as it was announced that for the Bridget Jones threequel, R. Zell would be plumping up once again. The 40-year-old actress had reported packed on close to 30 pounds for each of the first two movies - 2001's Bridget Jones's Diary and the 2004 sequel, Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason (she was nominated for an Oscar for the former flick) by loading up on biscuits and gravy, Snickers, milk shakes, pizza and buttery potatoes.
When the news hit, I blogged about the questionable health aspects of this kind of yo-yo weight gain and loss (I understand she didn’t go all Christian Bale circa The Machinist but just because 30 pounds isn’t uber-extreme doesn’t mean it’s totally safe.) After the fun of eating everything in sight, she had to diet her way back to her normal weight (if she wants to land more gigs, I mean), an arduous process during which she once said she felt like she had a toddler strapped to her back while exercising. I also asked why is it that movie headhonchos continue to tap a whippet-thin actress to star in their show, despite the fact that it calls for a plumper woman. The reson: They’d rather fatten up a skinny chick and then leave her to lose the weight afterwards then just hire a woman who’s already a size 12.
But now, I’m reading that rather than gain the weight, Zellweger will actually be wearing a fat suit for the new film. A San Francisco Chronicle article reads, “A source tells Britain's Reveal magazine, ‘Renee will be wearing a fat suit in the third film as it took her a while to lose the weight last time. She's also thinking about the effect quickly putting on and then losing 30 pounds has on her body.’”
Well guess what? I. Don’t. Blame. Her.
She’s a superstar and is almost solely responsible for a mega-grossing movie series. At this point, we know movie execs are never going to find a naturally curvier actress to replace Bridget/Renee, so that whole line of reasoning is WHOOSH! out the window. And out of the two remaining options – gain 30 pounds in a short amount of time by subjecting yourself to the same practices used by certain African tribes to fatten up brides before marriage or wear a fat suit – no wonder she’s going for option B. It’s just flat-out healthier, not to mention easier. Her body won’t be subjected to the dangers of rapid weight gain and loss, he skin won’t stretch out, her body image won’t take the hit you KNOW it would from pound-packing…in a sense, everyone wins. The director gets his “heavy” Bridget, Renee gets to keep the figure she so diligently strives to maintain, the audience gets to keep on believing fat suits aren’t horribly offensive. The result: A skinny-fat blockbuster.