![]() The arrival of Super Hans, newly single for hilariously spurious reasons only added fuel to the fire. This episode’s return to violence marked a familiar retread of Mark and Jez’s cyclical swan-dive into oblivion much like last week’s episode, there was a terrible sense of history repeating – a sense that somehow our heroes had managed to miraculously delay the inevitable once this time it seemed, there would be no reprieve for the shambling twosome. We’ve seen the pair resort to physically inflicting their will upon one another before (such as series five’s Burgling: “Finally, you’re restraining me!”) through to last series’ finale which concluded with the duo pushing each other repeatedly into an electric fence. ![]() Naturally, conflict ensued with Mark subsequently punching the sleepy Jez in the nose. The approaching riptide of tragicomic finality was cleverly underscored by the reason for Mark’s sacking the El Dude brothers’ greatest failing has always been an inability to recognise the symbiotic nature of their friendship their apparent willingness to screw one another came back to haunt them collectively yet again when Jez reneged on the loan Mark mis-sold him, claiming that he didn’t want to be responsible for “causing another Greece.” Amidst the uniforms smirking at his expense, Mark’s joint description of the three (“Jeff, Jerry, Johnson: a trilogy of shits.”) gave them the air of a gloating Greek chorus, a schadenfreude-spewing collective there to snicker at Corrigan’s cannonball into the dark waters of disaster. Whilst it was great to see Neil Fitzmaurice’s Jeff appear for a final trademark sneer, it was even more satisfying to finally see Johnson enjoy more than a glorified cameo, as (not for the first time) he unceremoniously severed ties with the hapless Mark whilst delivering a couple of real zingers (“I’m sorry Mark, you just stepped into the arena naked and in a few seconds wild beasts are going to fly to your delicate areas and tear you to shreds”). Mark’s sacking by Croydon’s biggest-balls-to-the-wall bank manager served time on a relationship that Johnson himself had once described as being a power-broking match made in heaven (“I’m going to be Charles and you’ll be my Camilla”). Mark’s desperate attempts to resuscitate his relationship with April via fax was matched only by Jez’s series of increasingly outlandish age-equations in classic Usbourne fashion, Jez’s reasoning bore little resemblance to a cognisant argument, sounding instead more like some mid-life crisis-themed episode of Numberwang.Īnd so began the downward spiral. The episode opened by mining one of Peep Show’s most reliable sources of laughs throughout the years flying defiantly in the face of all reason, both Mark and Jez continued to harbour their own piteous self-delusions. The End Times finally came to Peep Show and inevitably enough, with all the cards finally on the table we learnt that in the sad, self-absorbed lives of Mark and Jez, the more things change, the more they stay the same. ![]() At some point, fate takes over a story and even the author himself loses control.” If last week’s doom-tinged episode of Peep Show was the harbinger of a dark fate, this week saw the apocalypse itself unfold in all its lovely destructive glory. A renowned novelist (well, an actor pretending to be a renowned novelist in Showtime’s The Affair) once said “if you’ve laid all your cards out in the proper order, the ending should flow.
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