Friday, March 27, 2015

House of Cards. A Review.

I've been on a diet for the past couple of weeks. Actually, it's more like a mini-diet. Pam is the one on a real diet, I just eat the stuff she fixes. However, I have eliminated snacking between meals. So far, it's been a raging success. I've lost 5 pounds. On the down side...I'm starving to death. We sit down to dinner while watching "House of Cards", more on that later, and eat a perfectly delicious meal that Pam has prepared. As soon as the last morsel has been devoured we look at each other with an expression that practically screams, " that it??" Last night I was reduced to scarfing down 6 dill pickles for dessert. I'm drinking water all day just to tamp down the hunger pains. Brutal.

House of Cards. We just finished season two last night, so if my analysis of the show seems incomplete, keep that in mind. It's a truly brilliant show, wickedly good writing, acting, and direction. It is also fascinating and terrifying. Although I'm sure its depiction of the business of politics is overly dramatic and its characters overly evil, it's still close enough for government work, as they say. Let me rephrase that, I HOPE it's overly dramatic because if politicians are as evil and manipulative as Frank and Claire Underwood...we are totally screwed.

Every single character in this show is mortally flawed. There isn't one person in Washington with an ounce of moral character. Well, at one point early on I thought that Frank's loyal assistant, Doug Stamper, possessed a glimmer of humanity. The appeal of the show is in the thorough rottenness of it's characters. It's absolutely fascinating to watch openly horrible people plying their trade free of guilt and shame. Pam and I are torn as to which character is our favorite...Frank or Claire. Kevin Spacey's Frank Underwood is delicious to watch especially when he turns to the camera and entertains us with his pithy asides, full of wit and cruelty. He is the Majority Whip with an insatiable appetite for power. Robin Wright's Claire is even better. She's the beautiful, perfectly poised ice queen, every bit as power hungry as her husband but with far more subtlety. She manages to plot her evil schemes with an angelic smile, perfect manners and practiced faux-sincerity. 

Even more fascinating is the mind-blowing absurdity of their relationship. Infidelity is not only tolerated but encouraged, even threesomes if the timing is right. It's bizarre to see this type of  lascivious deviance in a marriage that features such a small-town southern accent.

By the end of season two Team Underwood has finally slithered their way into the oval office, three dead bodies in their wake. Can't wait to see how they manage to hold on to power so ruthlessly obtained.