When Emily in Paris was first released to Netflix in October last year, I initially tried to avoid it. I had read and heard multiple reviews criticising the show for a myriad of reasons. Emily in Paris was void of any substance and the representation of the french personalities on the show reduced them to mere caricatures. Emily’s job role was unrealistic for a person of her age and the show was entirely too aspirational to be taken seriously. When friend’s of mine texted me saying “you would love this show”, I resisted even more.
It wasn’t until I had an evening to myself that I decided to take the plunge and give the show a go. For fluffs sake of course, as I am a huge advocate for fluff TV. I won’t say that I loved this show, because I really didn’t. Emily was an infuriating character to watch and yet, despite her many flaws I still somehow found myself rooting for her. If not for the plot, the visuals – from the streets of Paris to Emily’s designer wardrobe – are worth the watch if you are a fashion enthusiast like myself. Will I be tuning in for season 2? With a heavy sigh I have to say, most likely.