At the start of lockdown, when a potent mix of nursery closure, Zoom ineptitude and Covid confusion made life almost unbearable, Quiz was a beacon of light.
It was tense and silly, with wonderful performances that went beyond caricature or impression to round out the show’s Major players (groan) – led by a sheepish and sweaty Matthew Macfadyen.
When so much drama is about solving brutal murders, here was a more joyous conundrum: did an upper middle-class nitwit really outsmart a TV juggernaut to the tune of a million quid?
In truth I don’t care, and I suspect the masterful writer James Graham doesn’t either. Instead, Quiz was a paean to uncertainty and a celebration of grey areas – it said something important about the quest for truth and ‘right’ answers and then pricked its own ego with jokes about Craig David and an ill-prepared glitter man.