“What a waste of talent. He chose money over power. In this town, it’s a mistake nearly everyone makes. Money is the McMansion in Sarasota that starts falling apart after ten years. Power is the old stone building that stands for centuries. I cannot respect someone who doesn’t see the difference.” ~Francis Underwood
I knew from the trailer of House of Cards that I would be hooked. The superb Kevin Spacey, politics, newspapers, intrigue, and all filmed in the most impressive city in the world.
I knew it was to start last Friday but I wasn’t prepared for all thirteen episodes going up that day. Interesting decision by Netflix. I prefer waiting a week in between and build the anticipation, but I’m probably in the minority. Network television should drop the 22 episode rule. They’ve proven over and over that they can’t keep up the quality for 22 episodes. 13 is perfect.
Kevin Spacey, so ruthless, so manipulative, so smug, in all his Jack Vincennes glory, just the way I love him.
I loved the idea of them breaking the fourth wall, and it never got old for me. Kevin Spacey can whisper to me anytime.
One of the plots revolves around finding the right guy to run for Governor of Pennsylvania. The D Triple C tossed around names of Democratic possibilities, then they said the RNC would be backing the ex-mayor of Pittsburgh. I’m not sure how many people outside of Kelly and me were appalled, but the thought of Pittsburgh with a Republican mayor? Not since the Depression.
Some of my favorite characters, Francis Underwood, Walter White, Dexter Morgan and Don Draper are so deeply flawed yet I can’t get enough of them.
The strangest thing about House of Cards is that no one has developed a Slugline Twitter feed yet. C’mon, Internet! You’re a week late already.