Emily in Paris - Season 2

After Season 1, I wrote that I was looking forward to the second season despite all my gripes, and I really meant it. Season 2 quickly cured me of my excitement. Sure, Lily Collins was still cute, but that's about it. Compared to the previous season, all the lightness and playfulness gradually disappeared, the humor became scarce and many of the plot twists smacked of soap-opera, which truly annoyed me. Considering how things have been developing, I’m not excited about Season 3 and most likely will not watch it. / Lesson: Don't go where you aren’t wanted. (04.10.2022)

From the overwrought twist of Season 1, Season 2 came out as a slightly more mature blend of eye candy nonsense. The fashion is more creative and absurd, the individual ideas are so distinctive that it is almost impossible to perceive the superfluous dialogue when lavish to monstrous bows, horizontal and vertical frills or cropped sweaters or refined necklines are spread across the screen. Despite all the care for Emily and her girlfriends, the uncrowned queen of the show is MILF Sylvie, who is attractive in the office and on the beach in Saint-Tropez. Julien and Luc also have slightly more interesting stories. And of course, as the finale approaches, it all comes back to the American way, and there's no shortage of frustration from London. The plot with Emily, a Ukrainian classmate, became a problematic storyline against which the entire media clan is rebelling. I liked it. (28.04.2022)