In the last episode of Emily in Paris, Sylvie Grateau puts it thus. "Some women get botox" – a nod to her bête noire, the Americans – "and other women study cinema in Rome". It was a singular flirting tactic to woo and entice a younger man and the sort of extremely chic f*ck you to good taste which Sylvie is adored for. It's also the sort of f*ck you which Emily is yet to master – though not for want of trying.
Emily appeared to thrive in Rome, where she travelled for the second half of season four and where American tourists endure just a tad less loathing than they do in Paris. Still, something tells me she would struggle with the sort of cinema I imagine Sylvie to be studying – Fellini's Satyricon and Pasolini's 120 Days of Sodom. Perhaps she would feel more at home in London, where the first films that come to mind at Notting Hill and Paddington Two. That's where Emily wants to go next, anyway: Collins told me as much last week when I spoke to her after her star turn in Bess Wohl's new play, Barcelona.
