The House of Cards

I enjoyed the British House of Cards. It felt a little dated, but not in a meaningful way. I found the first two seasons a little heavier going, because it overplayed the Svengali-like relationship that Francis Urquhart has with a young woman in each case. I much more enjoyed the third season, where the party politics were front and centre, and there was a broader cast of characters.

It was bleak watching a show where the central character is so clearly evil, and there didn’t seem to be much chance of improvement, of hope. The final scene of the series (don’t worry, no spoilers here) features the quintessence of the show’s bleak outlook. But that doesn’t change the fact that it was a brilliant piece of television; and it might not have worked as well with a happier outcome.

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