Summary30-something New Yorker Jessica (Meg Stalter) takes a job in London after a breakup and meets Felix (Will Sharpe), a British musician in the comedy series co-created by Lena Dunham and Luis Ferber.
Summary30-something New Yorker Jessica (Meg Stalter) takes a job in London after a breakup and meets Felix (Will Sharpe), a British musician in the comedy series co-created by Lena Dunham and Luis Ferber.
Funnier and more of a rom-com, “Too Much” largely isn’t too much in the way “Girls” was, thanks to Dunham leaning into a lighter tone and the likability of star Megan Stalter. ... Stalter is a riveting performer.
A very charming show with some of the same fizzy writing as "Girls." The performances are terrific -- lots of surprising people show up in smaller roles.
'Too Much' is a very personal journey for Lena Dunham, who presents a series with many autobiographical elements as a cathartic experience and an anti-romcom. Honest, well-written, and acted, with a great soundtrack and guest stars.
This charming, idiosyncratic show preserves Dunham’s gift for effortlessly distinct, joke-laden dialogue while evolving the “Girls” ethos for a new phase of life.
The more I’ve come back to the show, the more its slack, unromantic approach to love looks intentional. Jess and Felix couple up not because they’re giddy with feeling, drunk on proximity and intimacy and connection, but because each offers something specific that the other person needs. .... In the place where the show’s heart should be is instead pure pragmatism: This is love for a cold climate.
Whether with Felix or on her own, Jessica is a bit all over the map, with her behavior frequently feeling like it’s meant to meet the needs of a particular scene or joke rather than as a consistent throughline for the season. Maybe this is on Dunham as writer-director, or on Stalter, or a bit of both, but that inconsistency leaves Too Much feeling like less than the sum of its impressive parts.
Too Much is nothing if not candid, analyzing its leads’ red flags with the clear-eyed empathy of a seasoned therapist. But it struggles to lose itself in its emotions, yielding a romance that’s sweet enough to like but too cool to fall head over heels for.
Dunham aims for her trademark realism – but without Girls’ inherent bleakness it just makes things tonally jarring for the viewer. It abandons any thoughts of innovation and hits cliche after cliche.
I've only watched the first 3 episodes - so, I feel bad writing a review - but, it is going to take a long time before I get around to watching all of season 1. The issue for me is that I really like Meg Stalter as an actor - but, only in small amounts. Meg Stalter as a lead actor is "too much" Meg Stalter. And, beside that - my evaluation is that "Too Much" is a medium quality, traditional RomCom. The writing is just OK.
(4/10) | Dir. Lena Dunham | 10 episodes | Netflix This is not television. It is streaming era self-cannibalism, Lena Dunham excavating her own creative corpse, embalming it in 4K, and selling it as prestige. Megan Stalter’s Jessica Salmon does not just echo Hannah Horvath; she is Hannah reconstituted by an algorithm, a nostalgia-branded chaos machine built for subscribers who miss feeling wrecked by privileged twenty-somethings but do not want anything new. The tragedy is that the cast delivers. Stalter brings real vulnerability, and Will Sharpe manages to give his stock "indie musician" love interest some depth. But no amount of acting can rescue writing this bloated and padded, stretching five episodes of story across ten with the limpness of Netflix quota filler. Even the romance feels like cultural anthropology homework more than chemistry. The soundtrack is great. Luis Felber’s contributions almost convince you you are watching something alive, but it is perfume on a corpse. Where Girls felt like a raw VHS confession of millennial panic, Too Much is its digitally embalmed clone: clean, curated, and dead. Bottom line: Too Much is not lightning in a bottle; it is the bottle you left out in the rain, labeled "prestige," sold back to you by an algorithm that knows you will drink anything if it tastes like 2012. (4/10) A well-performed creative regression: Dunham's most expensive therapy session, shrink-wrapped for mass consumption.
I tried to like Lena Dunham’s “Girls,” but it never spoke to me. This new series also isn’t working for me either. It’s based on Dunham’s experience in London with her current husband, substituting Megan Stalter as a woman who’s dumped by her boyfriend and goes there hoping for a typical English rom-com affair. Stalter’s character in “Hacks” is a more obnoxious version of the one here. She’s still got the grating personality, but is allowed a bit more sympathy. As her beau, Will Sharpe is wonderfully sweet and sexy (Dunham’s good at casting the right men). Much of the series is comprised of their time together with lots of sex. Her other interactions with work colleagues continue her seemingly clueless career efforts. Dunham has assembled an impressive list of actors in supporting roles, including Naomi Watts, Rita Wilson, Rhea Perlman, Richard E. Grant, Kit Harington and Andrew Scott. I didn’t see all of them, because I gave up after 4 eps. This isn’t exactly navel gazing, but the dialogue isn’t often interesting and the whole thing feels too self-absorbed, uneven and never especially funny. (Review based on 4 out of ten 30-56 minute eps).