By the season finale there’s a feeling that Emily has learned a lot from her Italian venture, and discovered more about herself and her love for Paris than she thought possible. It’s a nice bookend to one of the strongest seasons yet, one that reminds viewers why they fell for this show in the first place.

Beyond Sylvie, female friendship is hugely celebrated in Emily in Paris season 5, as Emily and Mindy's relationship becomes more complex and deep than it ever was. By making it just as important as Emily's romantic relationships, Emily in Paris continues to evolve for the better.

The show seems more aware than ever that it functions best as a colorful, Cocomelon-esque adult travelogue: with flimsy conflicts that can be swept away so easily, it doesn’t matter if you missed a beat while online shopping. .... It might be running out of steam, but as a piece of low-stakes eye candy, it’s right where it needs to be.

Emily in Paris Season 5 won't win over any new fans, but if you've stuck with Emily this long, then there's no reason you won't enjoy her latest adventure in the Eternal City.

Series creator Darren Star and the writers embrace frivolity, and season five swaps out Parisienne bakeries for picturesque Italian streets, providing a sufficiently beautiful and mind-numbing escape over its 10 half-hour episodes.

Once ghastly, the show has matured into something quite pleasant. The characters are less grating now. The outfits (except the ones worn by Mindy) not so likely to cause retinal burn. I no longer want someone to push Emily into the Seine, and this is progress.

A much-welcome Minnie Driver joins the cast of Emily in Paris this season as a daffy heiress-cum-influencer and appears to be the only one on set who knows the caliber of series she’s in. These glimpses of sentience almost make watching the series feel joyful, but the way its money-hungry motives are baked into the very fabric of its plot and character motivations robs it of any potential value as comfort TV, or even camp.