Lena Dunham’s Netflix comeback is messy, magnetic, and kind of everything.
There’s a moment early on in Too Much when you realize: oh — this isn’t just another streaming dramedy. This is raw. This is Lena Dunham returning not just with a script, but with her soul. After years of silence post-Girls, she’s back — a little older, even bolder, and completely unafraid to go there.
Directed and created by Dunham herself, Too Much is a chaotic, brutally open love letter to heartbreak, singledom, sexuality, and self-resurrection. Hated by some (as always), adored by many (as expected), it’s the kind of show that doesn’t just ask you to watch, it dares you to feel.
Real, Rude, and Radiantly Honest
Dunham’s signature no-filter writing shines here, conversations about sex, body image, desire, and loneliness play out without a single ounce of sugar-coating. It’s sweaty, sometimes cringe, occasionally devastating. And that’s the point. It feels like life. The show has a kind of immersive vulnerability that sucks you in, you’re not watching the characters so much as breathing beside them.
Zev = Jack? Let’s Get Into It
We’re not saying Zev is Jack Antonoff… but we’re also not not saying it. The emotionally elusive musician. The passive-aggressive charm. The way he vanishes into a haze of vintage T-shirts and vague intimacy issues. It’s giving post-breakup catharsis, straight from Lena’s Notes app to our screens. Fiction, sure, but the parallels are juicy enough to make you rewind. Twice.
Jessica = Star. Period.
Let’s talk Meg Stalter, because wow. As Jessica, the chaotic best friend with a spiritual streak and a side hustle for everything, she’s the emotional glue of the show. Meg radiates warmth and comic timing that’s both sharp and oddly tender. She brings levity when things go dark, and when she smiles, you feel it. Her aura? Immaculate. Cast her in everything, Netflix, we’re begging.
Will Sharpe: Our Favorite Weird Crush
And then there’s Will Sharpe as Felix, the underdog with painter hands, unresolved trauma, and a wardrobe that screams East London art school dropout chic. Felix might not say much, but he haunts the screen in the best way. Sharpe plays him with this jittery sensitivity that keeps you guessing. Is he a good guy? A sad boy? An emotional risk? All of the above. And we’re kind of into it.
Costume Design? A Visual Feast
Let’s not overlook the fashion, because costume designer Arielle Cooper-Lethem (a genius, frankly) eats every episode. Standout moment? That vibrant floral PVC coat by Spanish label CeliaB, the boldest, girliest statement piece this side of Camden Market. It screams soft-power and main-character energy. The entire wardrobe plays like a moodboard for chaotic femininity: vintage silk slips, ‘00s nostalgia tops, glitter-stained eyes, and shoes that hurt on purpose. It’s style therapy with a capital T.
Final Word? It’s a Yes.
Too Much isn’t for everyone, but that’s exactly what makes it essential. It’s a show about being “too much” in a world that asks women to be less. Less loud. Less messy. Less emotional. Lena Dunham says no to all of that, and we love her for it.
Streaming now on Netflix. Watch it, feel it, cry a little, text your ex (or don’t).
