Just about Emily in Paris

Because this just can't be real

Emily in Paris is for me like one of those plastic jars with forty gum balls in it: you shove two in your mouth at once, then two more and two more until you end up with an empty container and a stomach ache. Something like that. Addictively hunger-inducing without satisfying you in any way.

Well, I have a deep love for everything Sylvie Grateau (her wardrobe, her body, her interior, her delightful French arrogance, her lovers, and her genuinely good heart that she hides deep under a thousand layers of snobbery) and Emily is of course a sweetheart, but it really can't compare in any light years to the sensation that Sex and the City once was. The same producers and stylists are doing the trick again in another great city, and despite the fact that I really want to visit all the locations, there are still too many unanswered questions. Why has Alfie been in Paris for weeks without Emily knowing? Why is he suddenly back in London for episodes without a real reason being given? Why don't Camille's parents know that Emily has left their PR agency? If the PR agency doesn't tell them (or Emily doesn't, which would be polite if you're a PR strategist to inform your clients about your resignation), then you would expect Camille to have done that, right? Anyway.

But the silliest part for me was the scene where you see Camille getting involved in an affair with a female artist who is exhibiting with her, a plotline that you could see coming from the North Pole. Camille who was somewhat unhappy in her relationship, Camille who needs more attention. Alfie standing up for her against Camille's boyfriend and then the free-thinking artist who pulls Camille into her confessional. Where have we seen that before? Ah, Sex and the City, Samantha? What do I think of that? Even the word easy seems too easy to me.

Come on team Emily in Paris, you can do better than this. You are undoubtedly working on a new season. I would say: prove us wrong and make something of it. Because just like after that jar of gum balls, I still have and always will have a need for more.