Here are the reasons, in no particular order, why I love House of Cards. (For the record, I am halfway through episode 4, but that happened all in one sitting, so …)
1. Kevin Spacey is talking to me. It feels like we are friends. He totally trusts me above all other people, not unlike Sabrina the Teenage Witch in Clarissa Explains It All. I just can’t figure out why he isn’t returning my calls.
2. Washington Mother Loving D.C. The Kennedy Center! Rhode Island Avenue! That place in Judiciary Square where we used to pee on the way home from Brothers! It’s all there, and I’m really freaking excited about it. There is a scene where two diplomats are having dinner in Union Station IN UNION STATION. I know those shitty mosaics anywhere. Ugh, so impressed.
3. Accents, accents everywhere. Kev’s South Carolina accent is sweet as honey barbeque sauce and I love that it fluctuates depending on his mood, or even who he is trying to impress. I guess they are going to have to invent a new kind of award to give him once Netlfix cereals become a thing.
4. Everyone is just “doing their job.” Whenever I want to hate a character (about every 5 minutes or so), I can’t muster up the bile because I can’t blame anyone! Each person has such specific, necessary goals that when there is backstabbing and firing and cocaine-ing in the office, I’m just like … You go, Glen Coco!
5. I actually understand what is going on. When I used to reside in real-life D.C., words like “Congress,” and “fiscal” got me all jumbled in the cranium. Just kidding. But even when I had my brief stint in the non-profit world, I saw how much red and off-red tape there is “on the hill.” House of Cards makes “politics” seem glamorous and, well, easy, for cool cats like Kev Kev anyway. The point is, I haven’t been this excited about Bills since that time School House Rock had a song about them!
Have you frittered your beautiful brain cells on this show yet? What did you think?!