In Praise of “Peep Show”
Written by Edward ChampionPosted on July 22, 2008
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In the past two weeks, I have wolfed down all five seasons of Peep Show, a dark and frequently hilarious British television series written by Jess Armstrong and Sam Bain (with additional material from the two lead actors). I am now a fan. I am convinced that Armstrong and Bain may very well be the heirs apparent to Ricky Gervais. David Mitchell (no relation to the great author), who plays a portly Tory named Mark, who tries to pick up a woman by describing the battle of Stalingrad in the first episode, and Robert Webb, oozing solipsistic charisma as the rudderless romantic Jez, evoke an especially subtle chemistry that is one of the show’s silent strengths. Like Oscar and Felix, this odd couple bonds through inept bickering. But they also need each other in odd and self-destructive ways to get through the follies of life.
Yes, much of this plays like farce. But Peep Show is very much the antithesis to Friends. And thank goodness. Because good art, even art delivered through the populist medium of television, shouldn’t always involve pining for the expected. The storylines take unexpected turns, veering into truly godawful moments followed by further cringeworthy revelations.
While Peep Show does throw its characters into a few too many stock situations (weddings, pregnancies, relationships), it frequently refuses to take the easy way out. Consider one episode in which Mark’s sister momentarily moves into the flat to recuperate from a marriage on the rocks. Jez is alarmed to learn that his girlfriend has started to spend time with Mark, and it isn’t too long before he sleeps with Mark’s sister out of revenge. Midway through doing the nasty, Jez realizes that his conquest smells like his roommate and even says, “Tickety boo,” one of Mark’s pet phrases, in media Jez so to speak. And this is just the beginning of a series of remarkable and unexpected embarrassments that I wouldn’t dare spoil.
Peep Show is the kind of ballsy television show that is currently unthinkable in America: a program willing to venture fearlessly into uncomfortable truths while likewise relying upon jittery and amateurish camerawork (representing the perspectives of the characters, much like Robert Montgomery’s 1947 first-person film adaptation of Lady in the Lake). Unwanted pregnancy, drunken fellatio, grown men terrified by children, racist drinking buddies, accidental deaths of animals (see the above clip), and wedding disasters are just a few of the subjects the program explores. And when was the last sitcom you saw that featured a character being immersed into a Scientology-like cult while a LAN party was going on in another room?
Unfortunately, you’re not going to find anything more than Peep Show’s first season on DVD in the States. While Peep Show aired over BBC America, I am fairly positive, given broadcast standards and the bawdy subject matter, that it did not air as its creators intended. But many of the episodes can be found at YouTube and downloaded through more illicit distribution methods.
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As a consistent viewer and champion of the programme since its first late night slot, I should point out that Mark, despite his Middle England ticks, is not a Tory. In several episodes he describes an affinity to Tony Blair and New Labour. That said, the conservative Daily Mail here did get quite excited about his character and claimed this as evidence that being a young fogey was acceptable again after decades of multicultural hedonism.
If you were in the UK you could watch all the episodes for free but alas Channel 4’s website denies others that privilege. Not sure if it works there but there are some clips on their main site:
http://www.channel4.com/entertainment/tv/microsites/P/peep_show/
Sam Bain is also an author:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Yours-Truly-Pierre-Stone-Bain/dp/0953327566
Finally, if you’re a fan of the show then you’re likely to find some humour in Mitchell and Webb’s own comedy series (has its moments, I suppose):
http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/thatmitchellandwebbsite/
It has some fantastic moments, and some you have to watch cringeing through your fingers. Runs a little out of steam as the series go on, but still well worth watching.
See? Doesn’t it feel good not to be abusive all the time?