And so, as the fifth series of Netflix’s Emily in Paris inevitably rolls around just in time to become the backdrop to millions of festive hangovers, our plucky American marketeer continues her European voyage of self-discovery, like a BookTok rip-off of a Henry James heroine. Paris? So last season. Now Lily Collins’s outlandishly dressed, immaculately power-bobbed Emily is set on conquering the Italian capital.
Collins, it has been noted many times, does bear a striking resemblance to Audrey Hepburn (one scene in which she runs behind a bus to chase after a misplaced silk scarf reminded me of that uncanny valley Galaxy chocolate advert from a few years ago, featuring a CGI Hepburn, which speaks volumes about how strangely sterile this show still feels).
