Ludwig review – like watching Peep Show’s Mark join the police force | Television

Imagine if Mark Corrigan from Peep Present grew up, shucked off Jez and Croydon and have become a puzzle setter residing a quiet life. Not laborious, is it? Nevertheless it wouldn’t make for a lot of a present, so let’s give him a twin brother who’s a police detective who goes lacking whereas secretly investigating a case he has advised his spouse nothing about, sure?

That’s the premise of Ludwig, wherein David Mitchell performs an older Mark-type character – this one is known as John – whose semi-estranged sister-in-law, Lucy (Anna Maxwell Martin), calls him out of the blue to inform him she wants him to come back over. There’s a taxi ready exterior for him, the spare mattress has been made up – with three pillows, no much less – and Lucy will make no matter pasta he had deliberate for his supper when he will get there. As ever when Mark (now John) is concerned, I – and maybe I can communicate for all my fellow pedant-troverts right here – really feel very seen.

Reluctantly, he goes. Much more reluctantly, he agrees to her plan to pose as her husband (his twin, James), infiltrate the police station and attempt to discover clues about what he was engaged on and what has occurred to him. Mitchell being the grasp of social agony, this performs out as excruciatingly as you might want. Inevitably, he will get drawn into the homicide case on which James’s workforce are working and, due to his expertise for puzzles and a rigorously logical thoughts, solves it single-handedly. Peep Present meets Monk. You will have the whole lot now. Aside from the truth that it’s known as Ludwig as a result of that’s John’s crossword-setter pseudonym, which he adopted as a result of he was listening to Beethoven when he compiled his first one. OK, on we go.

From right here, we proceed on a case-of-the-week foundation that pulls on completely different units of John’s puzzle-solving abilities, whereas the thriller of James’s disappearance deepens and John and Lucy draw nearer within the hunt for solutions. Within the background, there may be additionally the puzzle of why the twins’ father deserted the household once they have been younger.

It’s a very light six episodes. There’s a whole lot of clarification of each plot level and each twist – individuals level at paperwork throughout closeups of paperwork, look very fastidiously at names on workplace doorways and lay out timelines as if viewers have solely simply found clocks – however its amiability predisposes you to droop the huge quantities of disbelief required to make the factor work. For Mitchell shouldn’t be required to play something apart from John/Mark. Lucy places James’s jacket on him and takes John’s row of pens out of the pocket, however there the efforts at characterisation finish. Mitchell is not any Alec Guinness and John would no extra idiot James’s colleagues than a stuffed rabbit would. The concept can be preposterous, should you may summon the urge to care.

A secret pocket book is retrieved; a menacing chief constable (performed by Ralph Ineson, most not too long ago seen doing a flip as a menacing DI in The Jetty) emerges as a mistaken ’un; James’s investigative accomplice additionally goes lacking and it’s removed from clear whether or not the brand new one, Russell (Landscapers’ Dipo Ola), will be trusted. However the one actual stress comes from John’s struggling. Modernity doesn’t go well with him in any respect, the fixed interplay with colleagues and the general public even much less. “Buildings, workplaces, computer systems! Everybody speaking directly – shifting round with no construction, no goal!” he says after his first day, with Mitchell’s trademark baffled fury. On prime of that, John should additionally take care of the glimpses he will get of his brother’s glad home life – the type that has at all times been out of his attain.

Mitchell is as good as ever at enjoying the half he was born to play. This isn’t to rattling with faint reward – so long as you proceed to do no matter your shtick is nicely, nobody has trigger for grievance. Maxwell Martin, in the meantime, breezes by means of a comparatively easy half; her skill to take a position it with nuance and heat helps the disbelief-suspension trigger an incredible deal. The supporting solid do what they will with the little they’re given (it’s, nevertheless unshowily, Mitchell’s present) and I think that each viewer will come away feeling they’ve had a superbly affordable return on the hour of time invested. Any greater than that, in any case, and all we Mark-a-likes can be much more disconcerted than happy.