‘Emily in Paris’ Renewed for Season 5

by NoCulture3505

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  1. BitterBubblegum on

    When the summer started I was in the mood for something light so I gave the show a shot and I enjoyed the first 3 seasons. There’s something about it that made me feel very relaxed.

  2. I put this show on just to glance up at Lilly Collins in some insane outfit and to hear all the dumb music, but I couldn’t tell you a single plot point of any season and I’ve seen every episode almost twice. I hope they make like 20 seasons.

  3. My mother in law adores this show, not because of any plot, but because it’s scenery and fashion porn. She went to Paris one time and now she watches this show because she thinks the outfits are cute and she loves seeing the scenery in every episode.

    I, by virtue of being in the room when this was played non-stop last Christmas, have seen just about every episode of it and I can tell you that the show is thoroughly whelming. It’s not good. It’s not bad. The plot is as formulaic as any other show. The characters are as textbook as any other show.

    Lily Collins is not a bad actress, she has just been handed a show to act in that is essentially “eh, go wear clothes and drink wine.” The character of Emily displays maybe six millimeters of growth during the first two seasons, and a handful more beyond that. Part of what gets people’s ire up if they’ve been lucky enough to sit through it is that starting in episode one, the writers tell you exactly what the show is going to be and who the character of Emily is going to be. She’s going to be a fish out of water, she’s going to barely learn the language, she’s going to make an endless series of cultural faux pas, everyone around her is going to treat her like an outsider, and you just know by the end of the episode she’s going to have her “save the day” moment that redeems her in the eyes of the rest. And sure enough, that’s exactly what happens in nearly every single story arc.

    It functions largely like a soap opera in that regard. You could take half a season off and tune in and you’d have absolutely no problem figuring out what is happening because it’s the exact same thing that was happening six episodes ago. And so it just feels … pointless. It’s like ennui made manifest and given a budget of millions of dollars. It’s a drifting boat in the Seine going nowhere. It’s a bottle of wine that is already aged so it’s not like another month is going to make a difference.

    Is it a “bad” show? That’s like asking if cheese pizza is bad. There are perfectly fine cheese pizzas out there. For a lot of folks, it checks the “better than no pizza” box. It’s food. It’s probably not good or bad, it just is. And at least for me, that’s where I have the biggest problem with it. There are hundreds of thousands of hours of television out there just waiting for you. If you’ve never seen The Good Place or Breaking Bad or Severance or The Golden Girls or The Twilight Zone or Star Trek Brave New Worlds and *this* is what you’re putting on? I mean, fine. It’s your pizza, you put whatever toppings you want on it, or none at all. But I’ll never get the time back I spent watching Emily in Paris. And in 20 years, if someone asks me what the show was about, all I’d literally be able to say is “some American girl moved to Paris, wore a bunch of clothes, slept with some hot dudes, and pissed off her coworkers.” And if this show runs 10 more seasons, I still wouldn’t be wrong.

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