Netflix’s Too Hot to Handle: Worth the Watch?

Absolutely. 100/10. Next question.

I had every intention of publishing this piece way sooner than I actually did. I watched it right after it came out, spurred on by my inability to face the music of leaving my home (if you haven’t read my moving post, I was being a huge drama queen as usual).

But then I got distracted settling into a new home and this post sort of fell off the radar. Then I remembered I was going write it, so I came back to see what was up.

Listen to me. LISTEN.

I’m not going to front with you. Too Hot to Handle is one hundred percent brain-rotting.

However, in this quarantine, I know you aren’t so busy you can’t spare a grand total 315 minutes to watch the seven episodes of this show. It’s billed exclusively as a thirst trap. They don’t even attempt to hide that. The show is chock full of slow-motion vertical panning. Incredibly, it might spend more time on the men than the women. The narrator uses the phrase “horny singles” like, six times in the first episode alone. The mix of Americans, Brits, and Australians means there are a host of accents and some mish-mash of vocabulary.

My good friend Lizzy made this for some laughs of great one-liners.

I don’t know what else to tell you. It’s seven episodes that aren’t even an hour long, and the entertainment value is absolutely unmatched. Go watch this. Don’t talk to me until you’re done.