Like many others, I went into Too Much expecting a very unserious time — I mean, did you see that half-dead dog in petticoats? But I should’ve known better. Lena Dunham, of Girls fame, has done it again, updated for the unhinged chaos of 2025.

Meet Jess, our loud-mouthed, plus-sized heroine struggling to find her footing after a brutal breakup. She moves to London for work and quickly meets Felix, a textbook English indie musician. Over 10 episodes, we follow the highs and lows of their messy British love affair, complete with spit kinks, screaming matches, deep misunderstandings, and unhinged outfit choices. But do Jess and Felix end up together? Grab a box of tissues and a couple of Tums, you’re gonna need both.

MAJOR SPOILER ALERTS FOR ALL EPISODES OF TOO MUCH!!

Netflix’s Too Much Ending Explained

What happened with Wendy and Jess?

Throughout the season, Jess (Megan Stalter) has been uploading chaotic vlog-style videos to a private Instagram account. These videos are addressed to Wendy (Emily Ratajkowski) — AKA the influencer her ex-boyfriend left her for. In these mini-rants, she unloads her thoughts, vents her rage, and spiral-logs her entire emotional rollercoaster. It’s like journaling for the modern age, but louder. The catch? She accidentally makes them public. They go semi-viral — she says they got 20k views, but then Jake Shane is duetting them, which… doesn’t totally track. Someone explain how the internet works to Lena Dunham, please.

Anyway, Wendy sees the videos and reaches out, asking to meet while she’s in London for work. She tells Jess that Zev (Michael Zegen) misled her about the nature of his previous relationship — he told her he and Jess had already been separated for six months. Jess clears things up, and Wendy believes her. She’s broken things off with Zev and admits he has a pattern of chasing strong women just to tear them down. Jess wonders aloud if he’ll just keep doing it, finding new women to ruin, and Wendy agrees — at least they’re both free of him now.

Something about this interaction gives Jess the clarity she’s been searching for. She leaves the café in search of Felix.

What happened with Felix and Jess?

OOFT. Okay, strap in.

Jess and Felix (Will Sharpe) have been emotionally feral all season. Felix accuses Jess of turning everything into drama and refusing to communicate directly — she vents to Wendy via Instagram videos instead of to his face. He also feels she centers herself in everything (like… when he opened up about being molested as a child). Meanwhile, Jess feels like Felix is constantly finding fault with her and never truly lets her in — and she’s (validly) rattled by the revolving door of his exes. And yes, there are many. For example, there’s Polly (Adèle Exarchopoulos), his JUST-A-FRIEND who used to be the love of his life — and obviously, she’s French.

Things hit rock bottom when Felix breaks his three years of sobriety, going on a bender with booze and drugs. Jess almost hooks up with her work-shoot director (Andrew Scott, somehow managing to be unsexy). Felix does hook up with someone — an older woman he meets while clubbing, who gives him cocaine and asks him to spit in her mouth from below her. Girl… gravity.

The next morning, he confesses it all to Jess before heading off to a protest.

Fresh from her conversation with Wendy, Jess enlists her crusty British landlord to drive her to the protest. (He recognizes the location from someone’s Instagram Stories.) When she finds Felix, Jess glues her hand to the ground (yes, really) and tells him she’s all in now, even though she’s supposed to be heading back to New York.

Then they both get arrested.

And in the final moments of the season, we see… a wedding. Jess and Felix are married. Why? No one knows. But sure! We’ll go with it!

Everyone else gets their own little slice of closure, too. Jess’s sister and her ex-husband reunite, Kim and Josie talk things out at the wedding, and Jess’s mom shows up with her new boyfriend for some chaotic fun.

It’s messy, it’s emotional, it makes questionable use of Andrew Scott — and I wouldn’t change a thing.