Jesse Armstrong

Peep Show writer's Murdoch drama put into production

A drama on the Murdoch family by Peep Show writer Jesse Armstrong is being put into production by Channel 4 after the phone hacking scandal.

Peep Show 7.4 review

Overall, this was a highlight of Series 7 and a great way to focus the talent of writers Sam Bain and Jesse Armstrong.

The fourth episode of the seventh series of Peep Show airs tonight - for those who haven't cheated and watched it online already. The cult sitcom is perfect communal viewing so it's really worth waiting until it airs every Friday on Channel 4. Tonight's is a corker. It's the day of baby Ian's Christening. Will Mark (David Mitchell) and Jeremy (Robert Webb) get there in time? Well, no... They are trapped in the air-locked corridor of Jez's love interest Zahra's apartment block with no obvious way to escape. Farce ensues, while the hilarious friction between the two main characters once again reveals the brilliance of Sam Bain and Jesse Armstrong's scriptwriting.

Now in its seventh series, Peep Show is officially Channel 4's longest-running sitcom. It's also one of its best, although a brisk scan of my brain archive reveals that it doesn't have much competition. If you discount US imports such as Cheers, in 2 years Channel 4 has broadcast few outstanding sitcoms: Father Ted, Spaced and, at a push, Phoenix Nights and Black Books are the only ones that spring to mind. Still, that's five more than BBC3 will ever produce in twice that time.

In any case, this comedy about two dysfunctional, co-dependent losers is assured of its place in the pantheon. And if the last couple of series haven't felt quite as consistent as before, that's only because the standard set by writers Jesse Armstrong and Sam Bain was so high in its earlier years. But a variable Peep Show is still funnier than most other British sitcoms of recent times.

The latest series began with Mark (David Mitchell) and Jez (Robert Webb) anxiously awaiting the birth of Mark's first child. Correction: Jez wasn't remotely anxious, as is befitting of a feckless, immature, amoral idiot whose only concerns are for himself.

As the hopelessly neurotic Mark fretted over his role in the birthing process, Jez occupied himself with chatting up an attractive woman whose partner lay in a coma: a typically black subplot, just as it was when Seinfeld used it first in 1992. Let's charitably assume that it was unconscious theft on the writers' part.

Though still enjoyable as always, this wasn't the funniest Peep Show episode by any means. Some of Mark's inner monologues felt laboured to the point of self-parody, although his out-of-body fleeing from the hospital was an undoubted highlight.

I was also surprised and warmed by the poignant final moments, where Mark and Jez shared a rare moment of mutual happiness over the birth. It was all the more effective for being so atypical of the series.

In terms of performance, Mitchell and Webb continue to excel in roles they must know intimately by now. Webb in particular gets laughs with his innately amusing facial expressions alone. For all its deserved reputation as a sharply dialogue-orientated comedy, Peep Show remains an ideal vehicle for his clownish physicality.

When I interviewed Peep Show's Jesse Armstrong a couple of years ago, I asked him whether he and co-writer Sam Bain had thought about quitting while they were ahead. "It takes self-awareness to know when you're past your peak ... we'll probably lack that like everyone else and crank them out until [audiences] are bored of them," he joked. But though the ever-increasing profile of its stars David Mitchell and Robert Webb would suggest there's no danger of audiences getting bored with this caustic flatshare sitcom anytime soon, I do wonder whether the new run would do well to be the last.

The problem, to this carping critic at least, is that where its original brilliance derived from the stasis of its lead duo, thirtysomething suburban odd couple Mark and Jez, they have increasingly fallen prey to such conventional dramatic demands as plot and character development. In Friday's hospital-set series opener, indeed, we saw Mark become a dad, a game changer which resulted in an ending of disorientating sentimentality. That's not to say that Peep Show isn't still a lot funnier than most of the competition; only that these are two self-destructive Peter Pans who should never be allowed to grow up.

Is Mark Corrigan ready for fatherhood? Of course not - but he doesn't really have much choice in the matter.

As series seven opens, Sophie is on all fours in the delivery suite, screaming out for gas and air, a water birth, an epidural and, ideally, a less useless birthing partner.

There's every chance the baby will be an adult itself before Mark is grown up enough to deal with a responsibility like this - so there's no surprise tonight when he deals with the stress by hiding.

For self-obsessed man-child Jeremy, the hospital provides an unexpected opportunity for him to get over his ex when he meets another girl visiting her ­coma-stricken boyfriend.

That's just one of the many reasons to love Jeremy - he could be falling headfirst down an active volcano and his number one impulse would still be to scour the area for talent.

As a new arrival ushers in a whole new arena in which Mark and Jez can fail to shine, perhaps this will finally be the series when the nation discovers how to press the number 4 on their TVs, Peep Show makes the long overdue leap from cult hit to national treasure and David Mitchell, Robert Webb, writers Sam Bain and Jesse Armstrong and director Becky Martin are carried around the streets of London on golden sedan chairs. We can but dream.

Writers: "There's a bit of Jez and Mark in everybody"

"This could be another way to save money on the budget," chuckles Jesse Armstrong as he dangles one of ShortList's handmade Mitchell & Webb marionettes for our photographer. He's kidding (we think), but if he and his writing partner Sam Bain did decide to turn Peep Show into a crude puppetry programme, they probably could. And we'd probably watch. They may not be as ubiquitous as the show's stars but creators Armstrong (sharp jacket, booming laugh) and Bain (glasses, dry one-liners) are the brains and heart of Britain's funniest sitcom. And they've got an embarrassing tale or two themselves...

Despite never attracting the wider audience it deserves, Peep Show - starring David Mitchell and Robert Webb as Mark and Jez, a latter-day flat-sharing odd couple - has from the outset maintained its reputation as one of the very best British sitcoms. Now entering its seventh season, it is also Channel 4's longest running comedy and, happily, shows no signs of falling off in quality. Quite the opposite; tonight's episode opens up a whole new vista of comic possibilities as Mark (Mitchell) marches none-too-enthusiastically across the Rubicon that is parenthood and, initially at least, doesn't respond well to the prospect of responsibility.

Jesse Armstrong and Sam Bain's scalpel-sharp script brilliantly exposes the average male's helplessness, incomprehension and terror when confronted with the maternal agonies of childbirth - and the overwhelming urge to run away. Meanwhile, in a different wing of the hospital, Jez (Webb) seeks a cure for his recently broken heart in the shape of the attractively bookish partner of a comatose patient - with predictably cringe-making results.

Jez and Mark ... by the people who know them best

As they return for a seventh series, will fatherhood make men of the El Dude brothers? Who better to ask than writers Sam Bain and Jesse Armstrong and stars David Mitchell and Robert Webb?