For everyone TV review: Call My Agent
★★★★★
If you haven’t discovered the Gallic genius of this celebrity-laden French comedy show on Netflix, then, ooh la la, you’re in for a treat.
A sort of reverse engineering of Ricky Gervais’ Extras, it focuses on the agents who have to cater to the often rather banal whims of a galaxy of Parisian film stars. The likes of Juliette Binoche and Isabelle Huppert jump at the opportunity to play exaggerated versions of themselves, with the former injecting adrenaline to keep up her hectic shooting schedule and the latter experiencing a series of disasters at the Cannes Film Festival.
The fourth and final season includes Leon star Jean Reno and a mic-dropping, patriarchy-smashing turn by the luminous Sigourney Weaver as the only international star to score a guest spot.
Funnily enough, it’s not the self-owning A-listers who steal the show, as fabulous as they are. It’s the relatably messy lives of the stressed-out agents, juggling all the plates, that is addictive, with Camille Cottin’s power-lesbian Andréa the best in show.
Packing giggles and teary sniffles, it sure beats Emily in Paris for feel-good bingeing.
