Emily in Paris; A Mary Berry Christmas

“Realising that the show had become as stale as a week-old croissant, the writers have temporarily relocated Agence Grateau and its staff to Rome. It peps things up a bit. The city looks gorgeous, just as Paris did. Everyone rhapsodises about plates of pasta and stuffed zucchini flowers. This is a Rome where, when Emily leaves her silk scarf on the bus, a smiling passenger passes it through the window and blows her a kiss.”
Anita Singh, The Telegraph

“It’s as if all the actors have been told they will be fired if they betray one emotion that could pass as authentically human. There’s no heartbreak that can’t be cured by a pout, a long lunch, a terrible pun and a stupid handbag. But here are the upsides. As well as always being extremely pretty to look at (even I can’t deny that), it is more knowingly parodical than I had given it credit for. At least I hope it is knowing.”
Carol Midgley, The Times

“Emily in Paris (and Rome) remains a total hoot, and the sort of thing you’ll surely want to gorge on over the holidays alongside the mince pies. Go on, then, allez: turn off your brain, and jump right in …”
Hannah J Davies, The Guardian 

“This programme was exactly what you’d expect it to be: a twinkly, herb-infused, sugar-topped, chestnut-roasted delight with just about every cliché of the season you could hope (or not) for. It wasn’t really television at all, more mood music with pictures, and something you could watch while filling your mince pies or taking a few glugs of cooking sherry.”
Ben Dowell, The Times