
Before you settle down to watch Lena Dunham's new highly anticipated Netflix series Too Much, I must first issue you with an urgent warning.
You see, I fear that Too Much is in grave danger of suffering from what I have recently dubbed 'The Materialists' effect', which is where, if you've only thrown a casual glance towards the marketing of a project in the lead up to it being released, you might go into it with a very preconceived and ridged notion of what it is supposed to be.
Suddenly, you're left sitting before the screen in a pool of disappointment, and not because the content is bad, but because you had prepared your viewing palate for something very different. Much like ordering a plate of fries and then being served Duck à l'orange — an arguably better and fancier dish — it's just not what you were craving in the moment.
Too Much is in no way a generic rom-com; the happy news is that it is something so much better. A 10-part series brimming with laugh-out-loud humour, emotional turmoil, love, lust, family drama, jealousy, and an exploration of why hooking up with the grungy-looking musician you met in a pub bathroom is really the best course of action to take.
Too Much centres on a 30-something New Yorker named Jessica (Megan Stalter), who is feeling lost and alone following the end of her seven-year relationship with the highly strung Zev (Michael Zegen). Jessica now finds herself stuck in a depressing 'Grey Gardens' situation, living with her grandmother (played by Rhea Perlman), her mother (played by Rita Wilson), and her newly separated single-mother sister (played by Lena Dunham) in Long Island.