‘Emily in Paris’ Season 3 Reviewed: Too Boring to Even Despise

The third season of Netflix’s fish-out-of-water comedy series, about a simpleton from Chicago who moves to France and starts a fight, is a complete and utter bore. The 10 episodes are so boring that you can’t even watch them to hate them, since hate needs passion.

Emily’s time in La France is up, and it’s time for her to pack up and leave for good. When Darren Star’s “Emily in Paris,” which was made by the same people who made “S*x and the City” and “Younger,” came out in October 2020, viewers were very divided.

Some people, like me, thought it was a fun and s*xy way to pass the time during long lockdowns, while an angry group of people who didn’t like the show called it a campy insult to the French.

Emily, played by Lily Collins, strutted around town in couture and showed Parisians that she had guts. She also started a hot romance with the suave French chef Gabriel (Lucas Bravo).

A year later, Season 2 kept going in the same direction and added British banker Alfie (Lucien Laviscount), who made things more interesting by coming between Em and her kitchen crush. But Netflix just couldn’t manage a trois.

This time, we see Mindy (Ashley Park), a singer, having an affair with a friend from boarding school, and office politics. This is called Le Ambien.

The boring office shenanigans of the Savoir group, the rehashing of old relationships and backpedaling, and everything Kate Walsh does as Madeline, an American boss who doesn’t know what’s going on, all melt the mind like Gruyere.

Most of Season 3 is about Madeline quitting Savoir and then desperately wanting it back, while the French employees have secretly started their own agency. Is this “Mergers and Acquisitions” or “Emily in Paris?”

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I got tired of Emily’s once-an-episode sales pitches. She was supposed to be a marketing genius, but all she had to say was, “Try ketchup on your burger.” Whenever she is given a product, she says, “Let’s sell it as expensive and boutique!” and it becomes a huge hit. Each and every time.

She doesn’t even argue with her boss Sylvie anymore. Philippine Leroy-Beaulieu was always the best choice to play Emily’s manager in Paris. Now, Sylvie kind of likes Emily, but she still acts like she doesn’t. Irresolute and boring.

What about the style, though? It used to be fun to look at Patricia Field’s brightly colored clothes, but now they look more and more like what a Cirque du Soleil clown would wear on a night out.

And the story used to be saved by the hot romance. Nothing else mattered as long as viewers could eat their Ben & Jerry’s and imagine themselves moving to Paris and getting close to a beautiful chef whose restaurant was right below their apartment.

Bravo became famous for playing Gabriel (he went on to play Julia Roberts’s younger French lover in “Ticket to Paradise”), and he and Collins’s character, Emily, had a cute “will they or won’t they?” chemistry. At this point, we’re all asking, “Will they please stop?”

Sad, too, is that Gabriel seems suddenly drained and sparkly, even when he and Emily are alone and he doesn’t have to worry about his engagement to Camille. This could be because of Gabriel’s new character or the way Bravo has cast him.

So, the pair at the center of the show is a wash. In the season finale, there were bombshells, but they were as powerful as a puff of smoke. Emily, who sleeps a lot, is also there.

She has been living in Paris for a year, has a good job with a lot of power, and has a group of French friends, but she still acts like a fool with an upside-down map. She doesn’t grow or change, but she does complain. Already, “Emily in Paris” has been picked up for a fourth season, but I want it to end.

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