I promised a full review of House of Cards
after last Friday’s preview, and here it is. My verdict: It’s good but not great, intriguing but not revolutionary, unsatisfying in big ways but very satisfying in small ones. I’m glad I watched the whole thing in one chunk, but I’m not sure I’d approach the already-in-production season two in the same way. I always get an adrenaline rush from binge-watching whole seasons of shows, and sometimes the excitement inflates my esteem a bit. So if it seems as though I’m tamping down my enthusiasm in this piece, well, that’s why. Based on the 1990 U.K. series — and nicking its big flourish, having the hero talk to the audience à la Richard III
— it moves and feels like a reasonably grown-up pay-cable drama, only much handsomer, thanks to executive producer David Fincher
), the king of glossy decay.