World News – GB – Emily in Paris is like Happy Hour for the brain


Is it just me, or has TV been a bit difficult lately? Maybe I’m not watching the right stuff, but algorithms keep giving me those boozy teen dramas and uninhibited, big-budget fantasies Nobody wants this now! I’m looking for something a little silly, a little sexy, with a little bit of garden drama, unkune all the things that I miss in my life right now And my God, Emily In Paris – released on Netflix today – does she scratch that itch

Emily In Paris is like Sex and the City if Carrie Bradshaw had the fantastic expat life she deserved He follows Emily (Lily Collins), a marketer from Chicago, who moves to Paris to deliver to the French company recently acquired by her company « an American perspective » She arrives at the firm Savoir, in a blouse and boots on the theme of the Eiffel Tower printed with « Paris » stickers and the airmail, and that’s it what you really need to know She doesn’t speak a bit of French, and her Midwestern warmth and bubbly corporate energy immediately collides with her black, cigarette-smoker boss Sylvie (Philippine Leroy-Beaulieu) Sylvie hates her to vue – her vibe is Miranda Priestly, but make it French and cut the blouses lower – and she swears to make Emily’s time in Savoir miserable

Speaking of blouses, the fashion for this runway is gorgeous and ridiculous: Emily’s wardrobe is a cheery runway of tulle and candy-colored miniskirts, belts and berets; Sylvie only wears black and sexual hair; and Camille (Camille Razat), Emily’s French contemporary, embodies Celine’s chic from the Phoebe Philo era This is the work of legendary Patricia Field (who was nominated for an Oscar for her costume on The Devil Wears Prada), and her fingerprints are everywhere: everyone seems to have an endless collection of Chanel, and they always wear heels, even when they walk to cobbled work (It’s infuriating but appropriate for a show where the character main is jogging in an eyelet blouse)

Emily seems to be the only feminist around, and being the city of love, her modest demeanor is irritating at first, but that’s probably because I would die to have sex with a random French stranger That said , it’s good to see her stop unwelcome and inappropriate advances, when an earlier version of Emily in Paris might have seen her drooling over a lingerie gift from an older client Despite this, I can’t begin to describe how satisfying it is to see her fall in love with her downstairs neighbor, a sexy French chef named Gabriel, played by a disgusting Lucas Bravo.

So if you want to be thrilled, if you want to feel what you did the first time you watched Lizzie McGuire’s movie when she visited Rome on a moped with the Italian hottie, open a bottle of Sancerre and find out about Emily in Paris Fair warning: it will make you want to drink wine at 11 am, eat a chocolate croissant and hang out against a tree in public, but some of these are manageable from your couch

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