The Olympics may be over, but the campy Parisian hijinks have only just begun, heralded by the arrival on Aug. 15 of Season 4 of Netflix’s unstoppably silly, occasionally chic Emily in Paris.

Given Netflix’s recent penchant for splitting its seasons into bits, this is only Part 1 of the new installment, suggesting that there’s much more in store for romantically challenged influencer Emily Cooper and her endless parade of European boyfriends and sassy French coworkers. And good thing too, because in the first five episodes of the season, nothing much seems to be going on.

Four seasons in, Emily in Paris is feeling the churn. To be clear, this show, despite its Darren Star pedigree, has never been particularly good. It’s funny and kitschy and novel, with an aspirational setting and the requisite amount of antics and misunderstandings expected from a half-hour comedy series, but at this point you’d think our characters would have made it further along in their lives.

I’m not talking about settling down and starting families, though that is one of this season’s many subplots. I just mean that barely anything has changed since the first episode of the........

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