For Anglophiles who have been validating their across-the-pond pop-culturalist sentimentalities with Britishisms straight from Bridget Jones, elation ensued when news broke that Helen Fielding would be coming out with another installment of her ongoing series, this one called Mad About the Boy.
That is, until we found out she killed off Mark Darcy.
The news has reduced roughly billions of fans to burritos of sadness, alternately singing “All By Myself” and channeling Darth Vader at exactly this moment.
Our beautiful jumper-wearing barrister is no more, and his perfectly folded boxers are going to be missed.
And yes, we’re talking about a fictional man. But to truly understand the implications of erasing him from the quintessential narrative of the ‘90s, you have to think back to when Bridget first made her bumbling debut as a boozy “patron saint” of single women everywhere.
Mark was her dashing knight, dreamy in a cashmere coat turned suit of shining armor. And he could rock a hand-knit reindeer sweater as effortlessly as he could rescue Bridge from, well, herself.
Fast-forward, we meet the “new” Bridget, a 51-year-old widow (35 if anyone asks) and mom to Mabel and Billy, who is as feather-brained as ever. And it would appear she’s taking Mark’s death in stride, as she keeps busy with a boy toy 22 years her junior named… Roxster.
Sounds like a Samantha Jones reboot, which gives me all the sad feels.
The only thing that can make this mental image better? Five Mark Darcy moments that had us (and dear Bridge) swooning back in the day:
When he liked us... just as we are:
When he LOVED us … just as we are. Plus wobbly bits:
When he kissed us for the first time:
When he engaged in fisticuffs for our honor:
When he returned to kiss us good-bye (with NSFW language):