Why I tried to watch Emily in Paris and Why I Couldn’t Bring Myself To
The gorgeous shots of the Paris landmarks, the attractive lead actress, and the lighthearted comedy of the show, all got nearly everyone talking about Emily in Paris. Here is why I tried to watch the show, and why I couldn’t. Why I tried to like it First, of course, there is the show’s setting: the city of Paris itself. No no no no, this is not going to be about any of the fantasies surrounding “the city of lights” or clichés about the “city of love”; je m’en fous about everyone’s (largely unrequited) love affair with that place. Paris is a city I love to hate. I have never passed on a chance to visit (even during layovers, as long as I had a valid Schengen visa and enough time to go in and out of the airport; I happen to have even entered Paris twice on the same day but that’s a different story for a different time), and yet I never stop complaining about it. If you think of it, partaking of whatever joy the city brings while endlessly complaining about it is t...