A Brief Update on the State of Colin Firth's Appearance

I caught a showing of Bridget Jones's Baby at the Metreon yesterday afternoon and I'm not nearly as embarrassed as I probably should be to admit that the noise that emanated from somewhere inside my body the first time Colin Firth's character appeared on the screen was a cross between a yelp and a roar. I actually startled the woman next to me. I think she thought I was vomiting up jungle animals. Anyway, barrister Darcy has come into some very well-placed wrinkles since the last Bridget Jones film and the perfect amount of gray hair has made its way to his temple region which confirm my long-held belief that like a fine wine or a cast iron skillet or certain high quality leather goods, Mr. Firth only gets better with age.