"Louis C.K.: Oh My God" (premieres Saturday, HBO). Funny, deep and unsparing of himself, Louis C.K. is arguably the most important comic going, both for his adventures in form -- his FX series "Louie," now on hiatus between its third and fourth seasons, grafts art film, standup and situation comedy -- and his experiments in business. He earned more than $1 million by selling unrestricted-use downloads of his 2011 "Live at the Beacon Theater" straight to fans at $5 a pop; similarly he sold tickets to the tour during which "Oh My God" was taped/filmed/recorded directly through his website, cutting out ticket agency fees and keeping prices low. (One hundred thousand tickets were sold, at $45 per, in 45 hours.) Also in the spirit of giving value for money, it's his habit to burn all his material after a year, so the jokes in this concert, from the Celebrity Theatre in Phoenix, are All Fresh.
"Veep" (season premiere Sunday, HBO). Returning for a second season, Armando Ianucci's profane political farce loosely transports the gestalt of the Parliamentary "The Thick of It" (and its spun-off film, "In the Loop") to the office of the VPOTUS. (And "farce" is the word: In the classic style, doors are always popping open and slamming shut.) As the titular second-in-command, trapped in the limbo of her meaningless office, Julia Louis-Dreyfus is a compact whirlwind of hope and rage. (Superficial resemblance aside, she is more an elaboration of Elaine Benes than a riff on Sarah Palin.) In the way of the workplace sitcom, she is surrounded by incompetents who nevertheless keep their jobs. Cool bonus: The great Christopher Morris ("Brass Eye," "Nathan Barley," "Four Lions") directed the season opener.