My roommate and I just finished Emily in Paris, all 10 episodes, in one sitting. What had us at such attention? Was it the storyline? No. Emily’s outfits? Definitely not. The Parisian scenes? Normally yes, but not this time… I just marathoned some cheeseball would-be-CW show because of one man’s face. The face of Lucas Bravo.
I’ve always wanted to go to one of those parties where everyone has to present on a topic of their choosing for three minutes, powerpoint and all. But I never knew what I would present on. Until I watched Emily in Paris and found out that Lucas exists. I could put together a TEDTalk length presentation on his bone structure alone. He’s offensively hot.
You can’t put a guy like that in a show and expect us to care about the main character’s career in social media, you just can’t. My inner Disney child was damn near about to fast forward through any parts that didn’t involve Gabriel and Emily ogling each other before they both make terrible decisions (terribly terribly hot decisions). He’s the kind of hot that makes you feel like you’re 14-years-old again in a way that is both sad and addicting.
He’s hot no matter what, but I think there’s something to be said about the timing of his arrival into our Netflix queues and hearts. It’s Covid, it’s an election year, nothing is great, and all we can do is doomscroll on various social media platforms. We needed this. We deserved it. To forget for just a few moments (or 10 episodes) and indulge in an impossible crush. Also, the fact that his name is Lucas Bravo? Like, kindly fuck off with that name. Again, offensively hot. Borderline rude. Unfair to men everywhere.
Let’s put it this way: I even saw a photo of him at Burning Man and I still would.