After the last seasons, where Frank Underwood, a politician, who aims for coming to power, but he has been betrayed and lost the position he always dreams of, so he decides to revenge from them all, disregarding anything, as he wants to get rid of the president himself, by receiving help from his wife.
With the cupboard bare, Willimon does his best to inject some residual humanity into House of Cards in Season 3. But it's awfully hard to retroactively Frankenstein a human heart into what is essentially a monster show.
It can easily be said that season three is a step up from the previous season, and it ends up being for a very basic reason: the intrigue has returned in force and is simply more engaging than what season two had to offer.
Wright... remains one of the best parts of the series, while Underwood's bottomless appetite for dark dealing keeps Spacey so deliciously detestable you can't help but keep rooting for the bad guy to win.
As I would never underestimate Frank's ability to change the course of events with a quick sleight of hand, I wouldn't count out the show's writers quite yet. I will definitely be streaming the entire season this weekend.
The season starts extremely slowly, but gets pretty good, starting in the third episode. It never reaches the dark, dramatic heights of previous seasons, but it's also a little more focused and intelligent than they were.
House of Cards benefits from hurried viewing. It keeps you from noticing how much of a political soap opera it really is, or questioning who to root for, since every major character is just different shades of self-obsessed and power-hungry.
This series dwindles into sleek, well-oiled, smoothly professional office drama, a beautiful example of ensemble playing with Robin Wright's Claire the equal of her husband. But not more than a couple of episodes at a time.
