3. Expats living in France
4. Anyone who has been to France
5. Anyone who has been exposed to any culture in France
6. Anyone who has seen a photo of the Eiffel Tower
7. Anyone who has eaten a croissant
If you fall into any of these categories I’m afraid Emily in Paris it’s not for you. Nonetheless, we can be sure that despite these exemptions, millions of viewers are ready and willing to get lost in this classy new comedy-drama. Netflix doesn’t order things by mistake, except maybe Marco Polo, and the Emily in Paris creator, Darren Star, was previously responsible for Sex and the city, Melrose Place and Beverly Hills 90210. He knows as well as anyone in the industry how to design something for an audience.
Being an industrious American, Emily shows up for work on the first day several hours earlier. She wears a top with a photo of Paris on it, reminiscent of Alan Partridge’s girlfriend Sonia and his Beefeater teddy bear. Emily’s French colleagues, led by her boss Sylvie (Philippine Leroy-Beualieu), are rightly unfriendly to this obnoxious newcomer, who yells at them in English about social media, using a translator on her iPhone while the English of his colleagues is not. up to the task. No one will have lunch with her.
In the first episode, Emily Cooper (Lily Collins, daughter of Phil), an ambitious twenties from Chicago, is sent to work for a Parisian marketing agency that her American firm has just bought. She settles into her perfect little apartment, via slightly scary jokes about how the French number their floors, and two encounters with handsome generic white Frenchmen, the first in a long series. At first, she is not interested, as she tries to maintain a long distance relationship with her handsome generic white boyfriend from Chicago. Their relationship is as doomed as the Hindenberg.
Have no fear, however. Soon, Emily makes a friend in the form of fellow American Mindy (Ashley Park), one of the less believable nannies you’ll see. She too is dressed for a nightclub in Los Angeles. While Emily is ostracized at work, her social media posts don’t take long to turn her into an influencer at home, a maniacal pixie nightmare a la Caroline Calloway recounting her cultural misadventures for the audience at home.
Even the trailer for Emily in Paris was enough to make the Parisian languages waver. Some warned that visitors could be “traumatized” by this antiseptic view of their city. Of course this is nonsense, but who will sit with this expectation Clothes? The way of thinking Emily in Paris it is not at all to imagine that it takes place in Paris, but a kind of Westworld– Paris-themed amusement park in the Midwest designed to teach young women lessons in life and love. It’s not too difficult, considering the way many tourists approach Paris. No one would dream of doing a series like this on Malmö or Warsaw. There is an idea of the French capital, completely separate from the real city, reinforced by hundreds if not thousands of books and films – Amélie, Midnight in Paris, Moulin Rouge, Ratatouille, Before sunrise and, not by chance, the last series of Gender and city. Emily in Paris is just Emily in “Paris”, and we should leave her there to continue.