What can I say? The rom worked, the com worked, the Shakespeare/Austen happy wedding ending worked. I’d watch a second season about their married life in a heartbeat. It’s not Girls at all, but at no point did I expect it to be. It delivers on the promise of its opening moments: It gives Jessica her grand English love story, and it gives that to us too. 

I reviewed the finale of Too Much for Decider. It’s a funny, romantic show that makes great use of both its cast and its setting!

Will she head back to him, or is Lena Dunham going to give us a rom-com with an unhappy ending?

Beats me, man. People often forget that though Dunham’s own character on Girls, Hannah, got a bit of a grace note, the show’s verdict on its protagonists was bitingly cynical. I wouldn’t put it past her to craft a five-hour America-dreams-of-England rom-com with a down ending, even if it is based on the real-life happy ending she found with her own husband, the show’s co-creator Luis Felber. But I doubt it. I think we’re headed for a kind of anti-Girls, in which the creator of a show all about how grand young romances are dysfunctional and doomed throws her lot in with love, actually.

I reviewed the penultimate episode of Too Much for Decider.

So the two angrily part ways in the night, a beautiful floodlit blackness as captured by Bravo’s camera. Assuming we’re headed for a happy ending, this isn’t the end of the road, but it’s something that’s just as important in its way: the first Big Fight, the first Close Call, after that first exchange of I Love Yous. You’ve put your heart on the line, you’ve staked a decent part of your life on it, and now you’re furious at each other. Do you work through it, or do you decide it’s a dealbreaker?

I reviewed the eighth episode of Too Much for Decider.

I’d like to get right down to it in this review, so I’m doing something uncharacteristic and including a content warning: If frank discussion of sexual abuse troubles you in a way you’re not up for at the moment, you can skip this one. Like I said, I’m gonna get right down to it.

Everyone alright? Okay. Well then:

One of the best things I’ve ever done in my life was tell the woman I love that I was sexually abused as a child. Doing so meant, among other things, that I was finally willing to tell this to myself, to admit to myself what had been done to me. Weird verb choice there, I realize: How do I admit to myself what was done to me? How does that work? How have I, the victim, done anything to admit? But that’s the kind of infuriating anti-logic abusers embed in your brain.

More than that, though, telling my wife about my abuse was, in its strange way, a major building block in our relationship. I forced myself to trust this woman with a terrible part of my life, because I had faith that she would handle me with care. When she did, which of course she did…well, the reward has been the healthiest romantic relationship of my life. And whatever else it is or does, Too Much is a romance in the end.

I reviewed episode 7 of Too Much for Decider.

It all comes full circle when she makes it to Polly’s and screams for Felix to come out to talk to her. (“There’s a bell,” he points out.) She invites him to move in, which he agrees to do — but from now on, she has to talk about her problems with him with him, not with her phone.

Now get this: That’s exactly what she does! We catch up with them some time later at her apartment, where she’s just wrapping up telling him the whole Zev story. Her conclusion isn’t even “please tell me how bad that guy sucked,” it’s “please understand this my instincts are so screwy because I have all this bottled-up anger at him with no place to go but the wrong directions.”

I reviewed episode six of Too Much for Decider.

When Jessica ends up needing an abortion after a “look how spontaneous I’m being” fling with a production assistant at her latest gig, she finally decides to break things off with Zev. She outlines her reasons in a speech that actor Megan Stalter seems to bring forth from her bile ducts somewhere, with a clarity about who he is and what he’s done that’s hugely gratifying to hear after watching this poor woman get the shit kicked out of her for 20 or 30 minutes. “You just want to beat me into submission,” she says, accurately. “Maybe not with your fists, but with your words, and your lack of love.” She’s got him dead to rights. But she still affords him the grace of an opportunity to tell her he still loves her. The door is still open, if just a crack.

Zev slams it shut as hard as he possibly can. After first flipping the script so that it’s Jessica, not himself, who kept the other person trapped in a relationship she didn’t want, he says sure, it’s possible he’s made her feel as lonely as she claims to feel. But there’s an alternate explanation that he prefers: “At the root of it all, you really are just a fucking cunt.” The crooked-mouthed, open-jawed look of combined horror, sadness, fury, disgust, and terrible clarity that comes over Jessica’s face when she hears this shocking statement is Stalter’s finest moment on the show so far.

I reviewed the fifth episode of Too Much for Decider.

The vast majority of this episode is like a good crazy-party episode of any comedy you’d care to name, from Woody’s wedding on Cheers to Pam feeling God in this Chili’s tonight on The Office to, well, more rich-asshole-party-based dramedy episodes than I could possibly list. And since every single person in the cast is a funny actor in a funny role, guess what? It’s funny! It’s wall to wall good bits, like Boss explaining to Felix that he was avoiding eye contact because he prefers to avoid eye contact with people he might have sex with, or Jessica slurring “Icanhaveadrink onceinawhile,” or Ann talking about how her dog was there for her during “Jonno’s emotional affair with Kylie Minogue.” (“What happened to her?” “She became like a sister.” “No, I mean, like, your dog.”) You’ve got some rom, you’ve got some com. No complaints here!

I reviewed episode four of Too Much for Decider.

More or less a two-hander other than the major cameos by Emily Ratajkowski and Kit Harington — I know, I know, that’s not a two-hander, but you get what I’m saying — this is an episode of fairly modest ambition. It’s a snapshot of a point in time for these two people. Writer-director Lena Dunham is using Megan Stalter and Will Sharpe, two charismatic and attractive actors with believable chemistry, to depict what it’s like to be so into your new significant other that you pull an all nighter to have sex four times. That’s a fun topic to take on, and together they do it well.

I reviewed episode three of Too Much for Decider.

All told, this is a very promising episode. As Kim and Boss, Janciza Bravo and Leo Reich waltz onto the screen as if Too Much is a show about them, not Jessica — the exact right energy for these characters, who are clearly the stars of the shows running perpetually in their own minds. Meanwhile, I love the way writer-director Lena Dunham gradually but unmistakably reveals that Felix, for all his kindness and warmth, is kind of a cad. For all that Jessica’s first two days in London have resembled one of her beloved Brit romances, she’s got a rockier road ahead of her than she realizes. I’m looking forward to watching her (and Megan Stalter, who’s a delight) rant and rave her way down it.

I reviewed the second episode of Too Much for Decider.

Lena Dunham is a fascinating talent. I’ve written that as this review’s first sentence fully expecting a number of readers to hit EJECT and bail right away. Let’s give them a minute.

Okay, they’re gone? Everyone else settled in? We’re good? Great. 

Now that we’re among friends, Lena Dunham is a fascinating talent. Girls, the only dramedy I’ve ever enjoyed, is as perfect a cringe-comedy portrait of Dunham’s age group and demimonde as Curb Your Enthusiasm is of Larry David’s; simply substitute fabulously wealthy middle-aged showbiz types from New York who now live in L.A. with liberal-arts college grads bumbling around Brooklyn trying to find themselves and/or get laid and you’re basically looking at the same show. Seriously, cue up an episode of Girls on HBO Max and mentally replace Michael Penn’s twee indie-guitar score with the familiar Curb stock music. Now do you get what she was doing?

Of course, Girls also frequently got serious, as dramedies do, and here’s where Dunham’s chops as a director come in. A tremendous chronicler of The City and life in it, she has an eye for beautifully lit street scenes and skylines and an ear for the kind of dialogue people regret shouting at each other in those streets once they’ve calmed down or sobered up. After you’ve finished Curb-ifying that episode of Girls, stay on the HBO app and watch the first episode of Industry: A showcase for Dunham’s talents as a director of both actors and images, it’s one of the best pilots ever made. Dunham did that!

So it was with considerable excitement that I cued up Too Much. Loosely based on Dunham’s own life and co-created with her British musician husband Luis Felber, it tells the story of a young American woman with a media job who moves to London and falls in love with a British musician. Hey, write what you know!

I’m covering Too Much, Lena Dunham’s fun new Netflix rom-com, for Decider, starting with my review of the premiere.