This afternoon, I saw the news of the second season of Emily in Paris. Because of studying abroad in France, when the first season first came out, my FB and Moments had already been maxed out, but due to the heavy workload, it was delayed until the end of October. The Toussaint holiday has time to make up for it.
So, on the first night of the holiday, I couldn't wait to get ready to watch the drama, completely ignoring the steel straight man V around me who never watched dramas. We agreed, I will watch the drama and he will learn, and everyone will not affect each other.
But who knows, Darren Star's charm is too great, even half an hour after the broadcast, V was about to take a shower, so he came to see what I was watching. As a result, he fell into the trap, maintained the speed of taking off a piece of clothing after watching one episode, and watched 4 or 5 episodes in one breath before going to take a bath reluctantly.
Because the show has too many clichés about France, he sometimes complains about the director, sometimes agrees, and can't stop. .
Agree:
The Luc in the play speaks French-flavored English and makes ambiguous jokes, such as the Eiffel tower high five joke... It is indeed a typical portrait of a middle-aged French uncle.
The complex relationship between men and women in the play can also be regarded as a true portrait of French society. After all, V has been in the various emotional stories of his parents since he was a child. He has long seen through the world and became an unmarried family.
French men can applaud for love every day? V, a boy, agrees and does not comment. . But this has nothing to do with nationality, right?
Disagree:
When I saw Emily's running scene, I couldn't help but marvel: she has a good figure and eight-pack abs!! But V thinks that Emily is too thin. . (I searched, Lily Collins 165 51Kg, but I am taller and lighter than her, doesn't he think I am thinner??). Although it is true that most French women are in good shape, men all over the world are the same. When it comes to body shape, I think it's good to be happy. After all, my own body is healthy, and no one else can interfere. In addition, I have not seen the scene of the hand being relieved on the side of the Seine.
Mindy in the play is more Chinese than Chinese. In fact, many Chinese born and raised in Europe are not as ABG as she is.
Emily's Parisian life is a minority's Parisian life. After all, living in Little Paris and attending the party opposite the Eiffel Tower is not a life that everyone can live.
So what is the real Paris like?
As a person who has lived in a small city in France for 5 years, when I first came to France, I arrived at Paris CDG Airport on the first day. When I took a taxi to the Montparnasse train station, I passed the Greater Paris Industrial Zone and saw that it was similar to the 1990s in China. The gray buildings, the graffiti on the walls, also passed the Eiffel Tower, and saw the delicacy of Little Paris. But the first impression is that taxis are really expensive! The black female driver is very enthusiastic, but after all, she has just arrived abroad and is only 18 years old, so she is still a little wary.
For the first time, it is definitely to go to Paris. Little Paris is really small, and all the attractions can be reached on foot. It is not the same scale as the fourth-tier cities in China, let alone Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou. Even if I met some begging refugees at the subway station, or some unemployed SDF (homeless people) living in the dangerous Belleville, the impression that Paris gave me this time was almost the impression I imagined, which is also for me in the future. Internships in Paris paved the way.
In the summer of 2018, I worked as an intern at an international enterprise R&D center in the 94 province of Paris. When I arrived on the first day, the RER was sitting in the wrong place. It really felt like a villager entering the city. When I got to the rer station of the residence, I rented it next to the company because it was easy to save trouble. After getting off the car, what I saw was really a place where cultures merged. here), all kinds of languages mixed together, so I clutched my wallet and luggage. But this rer station is under construction, and there is no elevator. I need to carry a 30kg box, climb three floors, walk over the overpass, and go down three floors to reach the exit. This made it hard for me. In the end, it was a little black brother who carried his child's trolley over and helped me carry it over. At that time, I was especially worried that he would take my luggage and run away, but later I found that I was taking the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.
In the company, because we are engaged in research, everyone's pressure is not particularly great. The employees in the company are also divided into various factions. As an intern, I was automatically classified into the faction of young people and interns. When chatting with colleagues (95% French) about where I live, they are surprised that I live next door and remind me to be safe. During lunch, I often gossip about leaders in the cafeteria. It turns out that my intern tutor not only has a big appartment in the 12th district, but also has a house in South Korea and Thailand; it turns out that the boss of our laboratory lives in Versailles and commutes to get off work every day. , a monthly salary of 10k euros. Participated in afterwork between colleagues several times, drinking and eating after get off work, but also realized the fear of a Paris subway strike. At eleven o’clock in the evening, I don’t know if the subway will come or not, and the fear of where to take the bus instead of the subway. .
That summer, I played two room escapes at the Louvre, participated in an afterwork of the Musée d’Orsay case among alumni, visited countless exhibitions, countless museums, chatted with friends by the Seine River at the Summer Solstice Music Festival, and participated in Had several outdoor ballroom dancing events.
No matter how messy and dirty the city is, how old and inconvenient to live in Paris, its cultural heritage is still there. And for those who like it, Paris is really different from other cities.
I still miss it now, standing in line with my friends for an hour to see a robot exhibition, passing the Petit Palais on the way home, and there was a fashion show in it, celebrities walking by nowhere, and reporters filming on both sides, but my friends and I could only Chatting with the security bro, joking, and asking if we can get in.
I still miss the neighbors who were two Indian IT engineers who worked hard, put notes under the door to communicate when I was away, and gave me a piece of cake on my birthday.
So Paris, I will go again, I will still live.
Digressing as I write, the last sentence sums up Emily in Paris:
The plot of American dramas always has a good ending, but the use of light and shadow in the lens is borrowed from French movies.
The second season is still to be chased. As a relaxation in a tense life, it is fun to play, and it is not necessary to be too serious.
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