Coming fresh off the heels of shows like My Lady Jane and The Great, The Decameron already feels familiar, if somewhat predictable, in its attempt to be irreverent and anachronistic. It’s funny, at first, and a delight to look at—the sharp medieval gowns and raw Italian forests feel refreshing when soft pastel costumes and refined palaces are usually the norm in these types of shows. But it also feels overlong and uneven. The cast is stacked, both by new faces and comedy veterans, but the latter easily steal the show. Tony Hale (Veep), Zosia Mamet (Girls), and Saoirse-Monica Jackson (Derry Girls) carry scenes on their backs, and I find myself waiting for the story to return to them to retain an inkling of interest.

Mamet and Jackson are easily the funniest duo in this crowded group. More of them please!