Emily in Paris is one of the most watchable new shows on Netflix this fall, ridiculous in the way the best romantic comedies are, even if it’s a bit short on the charm. It starts with a dream job: when Emily’s boss at Chicago marketing firm discovers she’s pregnant, she abandons her plan to move to the company’s Paris office. Instead, she inexplicably sends Emily. And so Emily Cooper takes the assignment of a lifetime, moving to France to help bring “an American perspective” to the Paris staff. Equal parts a classic fish-out-of-water premise and a perfect encapsulation of why the show is hilarious; Emily in Paris spends its 10-episode first season maintaining a tension between earnestness and absurdity that lesser shows would buckle under. Emily is the person who you have to bully into taking a vacation and who, when she finally relents, sends daily emails with “helpful” ideas for ways you can continue to crush it while she’s gone. This is a drag, because it is an infinitely watchable rom-com. Emily has a sweet French neighbour, but instead of running off with him to get away from work for a weekend, it can only envision a world where the real stakes of said getaway are professional.