My first night watching House of Cards was a total accident. I already had insomnia and when I opened the iPad, the Netflix app was open. I switched it from Zack's profile to mine and House of Cards was staring me right in the face. I needed to watch something that I could fall asleep to. So I pressed play on episode 1 season 1. Then by 6:30 am, I was wondering what it said about me that I couldn't just tell Netflix to stop playing the next episode. For whatever reason, I lacked the ability to press pause or even just to close the iPad. I couldn't do it. Until 6:30 am. I have a definite problem, I'm convinced I have a problem, because I was up until at least 4 am the following nights doing the same damn thing! I'm glad Netflix releases complete seasons, because it's better for me to be sleep deprived for a few days than to be completely obsessed for months on end. I haven't known this feeling since Season 2.5 of Scandal before Pope and Associates stopped fixing things and the show became a soap opera. House of Cards filled a void for me that I didn't even know existed. It's such a smartly written show. The casting, the performances, the framing of the shots, the music, the storyline movement, the sub plots--every aspect of the show makes me feel like they know that I went to college! They know I can handle it all. They know I'm smart, or at least I use to be before I discovered that Nick Jr. was even a thing. I feel like I may have crossed over from regular fandom into something a bit more shameful (similar to my standom of Beyoncé) that I probably should not reveal completely to anybody because they just wouldn't get it. I always feel a little bit better though, when I share the tip of my fan iceberg with y'all and receive reassurance that I'm not alone. So, here are my three confessions.
- Watching the show makes me wish I had someplace to go where I had to dress like I shop at Brooks Brothers.
- I feel kinda silly watching every frame hoping that Congressman Frank Underwood would talk to the camera this time.
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The whole 45 minutes, whenever he starts walking or stops walking I'm like, please let this be it--talk to me, Francis! Like a puppy watching his owner eat a bacon sandwich just hoping a piece would fall to the floor. Kinda pathetic.
- Although she hasn't so far, I really want to hear from Claire Underwood, Frank's wife, performed by Robin Wright. Sidebar: Robin Wright is the only actress other than Cate Blanchett (if you saw her in Blue Jasmine, you know why she won the big Oscar for it and probably felt every ounce of her anxiety. I wanted to smoke a cigarette after leaving that movie and I don't even smoke!), who can spend a solid sixty seconds on screen in deep thought, creased forehead and rubbing her hands together and communicate more than most actresses can with sixty seconds worth of lines. If you need more proof than her performance on House of Cards, I give you, the Supermarket Scene from Nine Lives. Claire is always so composed and so deep in thought. Her internal world must be so rich and complex and I want in! Talk to us, Claire! Look at the camera and let us in, Claire! LET US IN!
I'm a few episodes into season 2 and am trying to be more responsible with my viewing. I started watching the minute my son was in bed tonight and I'm stopping Netflix after the third episode plays. Three episodes a day is my limit. Hopefully I will stick with it. But it's almost 11 pm and my third episode is almost finished and it's ONLY 11 PM! That's SO early! But I'm going to close the iPad, go into the bathroom and examine the dark circles under my eyes and hope that convinces me to leave Netflix alone tonight.
Did House of Cards take over anybody else's life? It can't be just me. Please don't let it just be me.