The Emily In Paris season two trailer is out, so everyone expecting to win an Emmy can just pack their things this year. And once again this trailer has me begging the question: “What the fuck is this trick getting paid to afford all this designer shit?” The trailer brings the fashion, sexiness, and plucky American bullshit coming from Lily Collins back again. And the tagline goes: “She’s back for amour, and she’s coming in haute.”
Netflix’s hate-watch hit EIP is back on December 22. The first season followed annoying American Emily as she annoyed her French co-workers while wearing tacky designer shit. It looks like more of the same in season 2! But to “understand” the second trailer, you have to know that Emily slept with her neighbor, a chef named Gabriel (played by French actor Lucas Bravo–great porn name, by the way). Which she called “the most incredible sex” of her entire life. Woo-wee! But wait! But Gabriel is Emily’s friend Cami’s ex-boyfriend and that Gabriel was planning on moving to Normandy but after having sex with Emily he chose to stay. Now Cami is wondering why he’s sticking around in Paris. Dun-DuN-DUN! The drama! And Lily Collins did say this season was more inclusive and it sure is. Judging from the trailer, I think Emily dates a Black man. The official synopsis for season two goes, via TVLine:
“Now more entrenched in her life in Paris, Emily’s getting better at navigating the city but still struggling with the idiosyncrasies of French life. After stumbling into a love triangle with her neighbor and her first real French friend, Emily is determined to focus on her work–which is getting more complicated by the day. In French class, she meets a fellow expat who both infuriates and intrigues her.”
French class? Oh thank god, this bitch might actually learn some French this year, AMEN! EIP also stars Philippine Leroy-Beaulieu, Ashley Park, Samuel Arnold, Bruno Gouery, Camille Razat, and William Abadie, with Kate Walsh, Jeremy O. Harris, and Arnaud Binard in recurring roles. Here’s the trailer:
Well, are you inspired to move to France and piss off French people and have them all just fall in love with you and your adorable mannerisms? They won’t. This won’t happen for you. This was like how Carrie Bradshaw afforded a New York City apartment writing a weekly article. Are you fucking kidding me? Avenger’s End Game is more realistic than this shit.