This televisual black hole is devoid of plot, charisma and intrigue. Absolutely nothing happens, bar the odd dead-eyed conversation about the price of face cream
Seinfeld is famously a “show about nothing”, proving that you can create classic television that turns the minutiae of daily life in a city into something fascinating. But four seasons in to Emily in Paris, the show feels like it is about less than nothing; it has morphed into a black hole devoid of plot, charisma and intrigue.
The first half of season four of Emily in Paris consists of five episodes in which – and I cannot stress this enough – nothing happens. The eponymous Emily (Lily Collins) is in Paris, working as a marketing executive with a flair for operating social media for her stern boss, Sylvie (Philippine Leroy-Beaulieu), alongside the eccentric Luc (Bruno Gouery), living in a tiny apartment with Mindy (Ashley Park) and getting caught up in a love triangle or two. The latter sounds like it might provide ample drama, but there is absolutely nothing at stake. All parties involved are able to have mature conversations about their romantic conflicts then move on without friction or resentment.
