After binging “Emily in Paris” in one afternoon, I realized it’s one of those shows that you hate watch (you watch it because you’ve heard of how bad it is).
Lilly Collins plays Emily Cooper, a junior marketing executive that goes to Paris for an international brand deal (or something- it honestly wasn’t very clear what she was actually there for) with some French marketing company. Her life then becomes a whirlwind of chic clothes and pompous people while trying to make a name for herself (and her company) in the City of Love. While this was a fictional show so obviously there were going to be some unrealistic elements, the only aspect that was relatable was the French people’s hatred for Emily.
I love Lilly Collins, but her character was written like an off-brand Andy from “The Devil Wears Prada” (a lovable underdog character that rises to the occasion and we root for her the whole time). Unlike Andy, however, Emily got everything handed to her- from the job to the smoking hot male love interests to the cute clothes. She just wasn’t like-able.
I wanted to see Emily work harder for what she’s achieving. The way her “revolutionary” ideas of “social media engagement” is treated like gospel completely juxtaposes her own low-quality social media account. As a teenager growing up with influencers my age, I know of several 16-year-olds who could do Emily’s job for her- and with a higher success rate. Even I know there’s more to making a product or company successful than just mere “social media engagement”.
It seemed like Emily was living two different worlds without much gray area. On one hand, she was living this life of “I’m an American trying to impose upon an extremely successful French company who probably doesn’t need my advice anyway” and on the other, she’s this hunk magnet in several love triangles with men in convenient job positions to elevate her social status. Her whole life in Paris can be summed up in “It just so happens that…” statements. The glamour of her lifestyle, from the clothes to the parties to the men, are all shoddy attempts at disguising the fact that everything that happens to her is convenient- she was in the right place at the right time.
“Emily in Paris” should be re-named to “Emily in a Series of Convenient Situations”. “Emily in Paris” would do much better in the “Gossip Girl”/”Sex and the City” era of television where pretty girls get whatever they want handed to them.