The chirpy comedy-drama was a lockdown hit despite a snooty response from critics and Parisians alike. As it returns for season four, we go on set to meet the people making TV’s most divisive show

When Emily in Paris first appeared on television screens during that long pandemic winter of 2020, it was as though a bright bird had flown into a staid dinner party that had gone on for too long. There was excitement; there was glee; there were a great number of feelings about the garishness of the bird. The series, created by Darren Star of Sex and the City fame, follows a young woman from Chicago (Lily Collins) who moves to Paris to work at a PR firm, and offends her French colleagues with her good-natured midwestern cheer and American insistence on working hard.

The show was critically panned and piled on across social media. People pointed to the ludicrousness of the plot (Emily becomes a successful influencer by posting pretty boring photos on Instagram, like “When you dropped your crêpe, #ohcrêpe”); its painfully obvious depiction of Paris, all pains au chocolat and hot chefs and parties in front of the Eiffel Tower and, perhaps most divisive of all, her outfits. (Vogue writer Raven Smith: “The way her ensembles are put together cheese-grates my eyes.”)

I saw all of Emily in Paris’s failings. I understood them. And I loved the show all the same. After months of Covid isolation, looking at nothing much besides my flat, here was a show that resembled a sweet shop – bright pastels, fairytale cobblestoned streets, a city awash with light. Pastries and designer clothes and farmers’ markets were all presented with a beautiful glow. And while millennials on television were typically bruisingly insecure, Emily moved around the world with a breezy, uncomplicated self-belief. Without much effort, she won over her clients, found an Instagram fan in Brigitte Macron and was given a modelling stint that made her the talk of the town.

‘Cheese-grates my eyes’ … Lily Collins in a typical Emily ensemble. Photograph: Stephanie Branchu/Netflix

It was delusional; it was sublime. It was the televisual equivalent of the self-affirmation clips that tell you that the world is a safe, wonderful place, that you are strong and beautiful and can do anything – probably a bit false, but a pleasure to play along with. “The show healed my broken brain,” a friend concluded. Another: “It’s a dumb show. It’s my favourite.”

As work began on season two in 2021, the show began teasing a new British character, and my friends and I began imagining what caricatures of English masculinity would be offered up, ones that would be obvious and corny and therefore delightful: Oxford PhD writing a doctorate about Keats; dreamy aristocrat with an intense attachment to his old nanny; psychologically damaged former public schoolboy whose former public schoolboy father is too busy WhatsApping Westminster friends about backdoor Covid contracts to attend to family life (2021-specific humour). Desperate to see how they’d approach a British storyline, and to generally snoop around, I emailed Netflix about a set visit. Months – and several email chains – later, they confirmed they weren’t hosting visits, and I sat with the rest of the world as we met Alfie, a straight-talking London banker who hates the French and learning French, and loves football and the pub (suggesting perhaps the writers had taken the criticisms of unchecked fantasy to heart, at least for him).

I had given up hope until last winter, when I saw a news article about the show’s plans to finish filming season four in early 2024, before the Olympics. I emailed again. And so on a grey April morning this year, as heavy rain pounded down on the city, I found myself arriving at a large, unassuming warehouse on the outskirts of Paris. Never give up on your dreams.

French cinema is all about three people, bored and depressed. So when someone says, ‘Let’s make people dream’, I love that

We are in a facility in a sprawling, multi-block filming complex, standing in front of the set of Emily’s office. The design is very mid-century millennial; swathes of pastel pink and dusty mauve; gold statement furnishings made for the ’Gram; blue velvet chairs. The atmosphere right now is hushed; the day has yet to begin. We’re a group of four journalists: two from Paris, one from Romania, and me. I get the sense that our reasons for being here today are very different, ranging from “here to do a job” to “live out a long-held fantasy”. I ask one of the Parisian journalists how the show is seen locally; she tells me it’s not as huge. A woman who looks extremely like Lily Collins but is not Lily Collins hovers around the coffee stand (she turns out to be her stand-in). We’ll be in this building for eight hours. We’ll be taken to sets, observe filming, and meet some of the cast and creatives, who will share their feelings about the show’s love-it-or-hate-it reputation.

One of the biggest early criticisms of the show was its stereotyping of French culture. The French, in Emily’s experience, don’t show up to work on time, are all having messy affairs, and the men are hot, horny and incorrigible. Emily asks her boss – a sophisticated woman named Sylvie – to lunch, only to get turned down with: “I’ll have a cigarette.” On set today though, this mixing of cultures feels alive. Emily in Paris feels like an assuredly American production, and we meet a producer and writer from the US, pulled from Darren Star’s earlier productions. But many of its crew members are younger locals, who effortlessly flit between French and English. And while the French we see on screen hate Emily, the people we meet today are fully on board with American fantasy.

“French cinema is all about reality: three people, bored and depressed, drinking alcohol in a room. I love French movies. But it’s true,” says the show’s Toulouse-born costume designer Marylin Fitoussi. “So when someone says to me, ‘I don’t care about reality, let’s make people dream’, I love that.’” Fitoussi is dressed in a vibrant green co-ord, looking as bright as the show with red lipstick and statement jewellery. (“I was inspired by the rain. I was like, let’s wear green, like a frog.”)

‘Do you want to see H&M clothes on screen? I don’t’ … Lily Collins in another understated outfit. Photograph: Stephanie Branchu/Netflix

She speaks with fizzy candour, replying to criticisms about Emily’s luxe designer wardrobe with: “Do you want to see H&M clothes on screen? Do you want to see 25-buck jeans and hoodies that you can afford? Honestly, I don’t. This show is made to be entertainment. I’m a costume designer. I need to fuel your imagination. Showing reality as it is is boring for everybody. Don’t watch a show. Just watch your neighbour and yourself.”

Fitoussi is entirely unapologetic about Emily’s hated outfits: “I’m sure the French will love and hate [this season’s sartorial offerings]. And that’s the point. That is all the point. It’s to make them cry again and again and again.” In season one, there were plans for a scene in which Emily would be taken shopping by Sylvie, to rectify the fact that “you dress like a clown”. But that was judged “too easy”. Emily needed to remain Emily.

We’re ushered to a set of the restaurant owned by the show’s resident hot chef, Emily’s love interest and neighbour Gabriel; it’s a picturesque bistro with a deep red frontage and wooden accents. Sitting with us around a dining table is Star, who tells us that the set was created for ease of filming. (The original restaurant – tucked into a square in the Latin Quarter where much of the show was first shot – has the dubious distinction of now being a beret-wearing influencer hotspot, making it a more difficult place to film the actual show.)

Parisians, it’s not their dream to live here, so maybe they don’t quite understand – it’s not a fantasy for them

“I never understood the hate, quite honestly, why it provoked a reaction,” Star says. “People who live in Paris, it’s not their dream to live here, so maybe they didn’t quite understand how people from all over the world view Paris as this sort of ideal. Those people, who are dealing with their day-to-day lives – it’s not a fantasy for them.”

Star – whose catalogue, as well as Sex and the City, includes Beverly Hills 90210, Melrose Place and Younger, series that assume distinctly female perspectives, with a dash of sugar and wit – says that there’s a “slight wish-fulfilment element” across his work. Nothing is “about depicting the realities of any particular city”, and this show “is a romanticised view of Paris. And that’s unapologetic.”

It is time to meet the star of the show. Lily Collins walks into the room dressed in character, in an outfit that will probably – to borrow Fitoussi’s phrasing – make the people cry. She’s wearing a flouncy white blouse with a statement bow tie that has been paired with a yellow chequered vest and shorts. The best way I can describe it is “avante garde highlander pageboy”, a series of words that probably would ordinarily never be put next to each other, but such is the magic of the show. Collins is switched-on, attentive and charming. “I literally have interacted with people in Paris who have dressed like the character,” she recalls. Americans will tell her: “I’m Emily!”

‘I literally have interacted with people in Paris who have dressed like the character’ … Lily Collins as Emily and Ashley Park as Mindy. Photograph: Courtesy of Netflix

In a very Emily move, when asked about the extreme reactions to the show, she focuses on the positive. After season one, Collins says, “we had so many people of all ages from France, from Paris, coming up to us, talking about their love of the show. And we were gratefully surprised, because whenever you do a project that involves two cultures clashing or agreeing, people are always going to have something to say about it in both ways. But to experience it on the ground and to feel the excitement … the fervour has only continued the longer we’ve been doing the show.” And over time, she says, the more “everyone realised, we’re also showcasing Emily talking about herself in a way that … suggests she’s also in on the joke.”

Do we want Emily to be fully in on the joke? One of the greatest delights of the show is watching twentysomethings say and do silly things, without too much knowingness, without a desire to prove themselves to be cool or mean or clever. Emily in Paris feels like a show about young people drenched in a certain type of baby boomer sensibility and humour. It sees the world as something to be triumphantly seized rather than something that beats you down. It sees cities as playgrounds full of possibility rather than overrated traps that rinse you on rent. It feels so blithely unfamiliar with the online world in which Emily apparently finds fame – a world that in reality is bristling with casual savagery and brittle self-surveillance – that it is not afraid to be delightfully corny. The result is something like magic. It makes sense to me, in this regard, that Star does not understand the online hate. I hope he never does.

We are taken to the set of Emily’s apartment, a cosy little testament to conspicuous consumption, with a vanilla Diptyque candle on a table, Kérastase hair products in the shower, a magnificently colourful array of clothes and shoes on display, and only a few sad little jars in the fridge. Every branded product has been featured as part of a deal, a designer says. One particularly cumbersome job in post-production involves editing out the labels of the products whose deals have fallen through, which seems to say a lot about the economics of TV production today – particularly for a show that continually stretches the unsubtlety of product placement to new limits.

We’re not a doctor show, we’re not a lawyer show. The stakes are low, so that’s the balance: keeping it light but interesting

A scene is now being filmed in the set of the PR office; Emily and her colleagues are faced with another crisis about another party. There’s a joke about Keith Richards, which feels very boomer. A young show writer is sitting next to us watching the action. “The perception is that it’s a very light show, and that writing it should be easy,” he says. But it’s “difficult to make stakes that are interesting, and still keep it light. We’re not a doctor show, where it’s life and death. We’re not a lawyer show, where you might go to prison for ever. The stakes are low, but they have to mean a lot to the characters, and so that’s the balance of keeping it light, but also interesting.”

The actors do take after take, where they’re asked to elongate their pauses, de-emphasise certain words, walk a little bit more to the right, now a little more to the left. The director thinks they’ve got it, but Collins is unsure. She politely asks to do one more – she can do better, she says. They do another take. That’s a wrap.

Our last two interviews are with Philippine Leroy-Beaulieu, who plays Sylvie, and Bruno Gouery, who plays Emily’s cheerful colleague Luc. Both French actors, they talk about the local attitudes to the show. “Parisians are more – they like it obviously – but they are more quiet. The tourists are very warm with me,” says Gouery.

“A lot of the French audience changed their minds after season two,” Leroy-Beaulieu says, when they realised “there was more to it”. At the beginning, “I had to kind of go, ‘Oh no, guys, have a sense of humour.’”

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Leroy-Beaulieu, who is cheery and warm, hails from European acting royalty (her father was the prolific actor Philippe Leroy) and has forged a rich, 50 film-strong oeuvre of her own, including a César nomination. But there’s no trace of snobbery. “I tell people there’s enough space in my brain for [Ingmar] Bergman and Emily in Paris,” she says. “And I’m always sad when people say they’re so selective, because life is so rich. There’s so many different things to taste, so why not? It’s sad not to have this moment of fun with the show.”

It’s past eight o’clock in the evening now and time to go home (for us at least; filming goes on). We make our way from the studios – past the intricate sets; past the dressing rooms labelled EMILY and MINDY in dusty pink; past the extras taking smoke breaks outside. The morning rain has come and gone, and our cab now winds down grey busy streets that look absolutely nothing like the bright, stock-imagery-like dollhouse that is Emily’s Paris.

How long can the fantasy continue? Collins said earlier that each season strives to be brighter and bolder; Star “can certainly see seasons five and six”, but they are waiting to hear about the show’s longer future. I cannot wait.

Emily in Paris season four airs on Netflix on 15 August.