Emily in Paris is a confection, a series so charming and fanciful that it becomes impervious to snobbery and cynicism. Star has served je ne sais quoi in a glittery package, a tray of macarons arranged neatly in a Ladurée display window, each episode providing a morsel of airy delight.

As created by Darren Star (the mastermind of lush fantasies including “Younger” and, yes, “Sex and the City”), this series is a delight that poses the question of what it really means to grow up, against a truly inviting backdrop.

What’s interesting about Emily in Paris is that Star seems to know that his heroine is très annoying. ... You'll wish you were watching Mindy in Paris. (Not too late for a spin-off, Mr. Star!) That’s not to say that Collins has somehow failed in her role. Emily is written as an irritating go-getter who relentlessly pursues her colleagues’ approval and believes wholeheartedly that she deserves it. If Collins delivered an Emily who was likable — well, that would be a failure.

As travelogue and fashion inspiration, Emily In Paris makes for an enjoyable watch—but the familiar plights of its rom-com heroine are easily outshone by the gorgeous, glittering surroundings.

It’s TV chick lit, a rom-com in a foreign location where nothing bad ever happens and the cute protagonist gets laid a lot on her way to having it all. But the complicating thing about Emily in Paris—the best thing about it really, the thing that turns it from a trifle people enjoy into a curiosity they enjoy insulting—is how brittle its protagonist is.

“Emily in Paris” is like scrolling through Instagram. It’s a great way to waste time looking at pretty pictures with no depth, taken by beautiful people with the ability to do and call it a job. If that’s what you’re looking for, it’ll be for you. If you’re thinking this is the second coming of “Sex and the City,” sorry, no dice.

Here is a partial list of all the people who will not enjoy Netflix’s new series, Emily in Paris: 1. French people. ... 6. Anyone who has seen a picture of the Eiffel Tower. 7. Anyone who’s eaten a croissant. ... Emily in Paris is just Emily in “Paris”, and we ought to leave her there to get on with it.

perfect, beautiful and softly pleasing to the eyes, ears and very good for the soul

Wasn’t sure if I would like this but will give season 2 a go and see if it’s better.

It's littered with clichés and infuriating stereotypes, feels stretched a bit and suffers from a jarring transition between "the fish-out-of-water Emily" plot-line and the actual plot; but it has the charm of rom-coms we rarely get to witness in TV shows nowadays that's further bolstered by the radiantly amiable Lily Collins, and it has characters that are very easy to be invested in. Plus, it's addictively bingeable! (6.5/10)

Vain, obnoxious, and just annoying to watch, this show is a total departure from Darren Star's usual creations. Horribly written, truly poor acting from the lead, and just aggravating plots that are not entertaining in the slightest. It's a shallow and embarrassingly stereotypical view of Paris and not an honest look at the city. Not a good show at all and just stupid in all respects.

[SPOILER ALERT: This review contains spoilers.]