As a great big slice of wish fulfillment, this confection is as light and bubbly as champagne, and twice as heady. Viewers who hoped Darren Star's new TV show would carry a whiff of Sex and the City are definitely in luck -- of course, the action is transplanted to the City of Light rather than NYC, and the quartet of friends is cut down to a twosome (Emily almost immediately meets a sympathetic best buddy by chance in a park, and the two are soon rendezvousing for cozy sidewalk cafe meals). It's also faintly ridiculous in some of the same ways that Sex and the City was, with a charmingly egocentric lead who's constantly hit on by devastatingly handsome men (with French accents!), wears designer clothing far beyond her means, and always finds a clever solution to every problem.
Emily's supposed talent for social media also strains one's suspension of disbelief, given that her EmilyinParis account starts racking up thousands of followers and likes with photos of marble statues hashtagged #chiseledabs or selfies of Emily eating pain au chocolat. At work, too, her campaigns are pun-based, cringey; but she's so, so, so, so talented, everyone says so! Ah, but it hardly matters when Emily in Paris has Lily Collins as our gorgeous-young-thing-in-the-city avatar and a sufficient amount of conflict in the form of an impossibly chic French boss (Philippine Leroy-Beaulieu) who's actively trying to sabotage her, immediately shunting Emily off to a lubricant for mature women called Vag-Jeune. Patricia Fields is on costume duty too, and Emily's outfits are almost striking enough to draw focus away from the radiantly shot Parisian street scenes overlaid with a kicky score of mostly French pop. Give Emily in Paris a kiss on each cheek and go ahead and settle in for your binge -- there's no fighting it.