I can see the Netflix boardroom conversation now: "Hey, remember how well last year's series One Day did? People loved that cute guy from The White Lotus-Leo Woodall. Let's grab another cute guy from The White Lotus-Will Sharpe this time-pair him with a quirky but relatable girl, drop them in London, throw in some hipster melancholy and emotional turbulence, and voilà! We've got our next streaming hit."
That's more or less what Too Much feels like.
The ingredients are all there: an acclaimed indie darling (Lena Dunham), a cool urban setting, plenty of yearning, offbeat dialogue, and a cast that looks great in soft lighting. But while One Day built genuine emotional weight over time, Too Much often feels like it's trying to reverse-engineer the same success rather than create something fresh.
Will Sharpe does his best with what he's given-he has a quiet magnetism that keeps things watchable-but the writing never quite gives his character the space or depth he deserves. The same goes for the lead female role, which vacillates between charming and frustrating without ever landing with much emotional impact.
There are nice moments. A few scenes have a rawness that feels honest, and the London backdrop is used well. But overall, it's a show that feels like it was made by checking boxes. It's not terrible-but it's trying too hard to be something we've already seen.
