House of Cards
Super Mario, meet Super Andrew.
Gov. Andrew Cuomo today suggested a new superhero based on his stint as governor, while taking a break from budget negotiations in Albany to announce a deal to film a new series based on the Marvel comics characters in New York.
“Dogs are so predictable, aren’t they?” drawls former South Carolina Majority whip Frank Underwood, taking a moment from his favorite pastime — shouting over the fourth wall — to address an actual adversary in House of Cards. Netflix dropped all of 13 episodes as a poisoned Valentine/President’s Day salute on Friday, a dysphoric 8.6 hours of television comprising the second season. It was consumed, Clockwork Orange-style, by politicos, TV-literate junkies, and masochistic media types, demonstrating that we must be very sick people to binge-watch a show presenting the inherent evilness of mankind as the most predictable thing of all.
Because the ultimate question in our lives right now is not “What do we get our significant other for Valentine’s Day?” but “How do I avoid reading House of Cards spoilers? Wait, shit, it’s Valentine’s Day??” (It’s official: Netflix is trying to undermine your relationship.)
Sure, you need to start binge-watching House of Cards so you can spend the entire weekend just going to fucking town on season two, and it’s always a good time to catch up on Quality Programming, but as we all stumble through this snowy Hellmouth together, let’s just take a moment and consider our options. Maybe this stuff isn’t a good idea after all.
In honor of season two of House of Cards premiering on February 14th, The Observer created a series of collector’s edition valentines for the Frank, Zoe, Claire, or Russo in your life. (Yes, great minds think alike.)
Because nothing says “I love you” “Do not cross me” like receiving one of these in the mail, no return address. Put them on a co-worker’s desk to remind them that even though you worked on that memo about the office refrigerator together, you would have no compunction about murdering them in their sleep if it better suited your interests. Bring one home to your spouse to tell them, “Hey, I know we’re both busy, but I just wanted to take a moment and tell you how beautiful you look when you’re having an affair with someone beneath us.”
It’s the simple things, guys.
Over a week ago, Variety reported that consumers spent more money on streaming services like Netflix then on premium subscriptions like HBO. (HBO GO falls in the latter category, in case you were interested.)
So why aren’t these services drinking cinema’s box office’s milkshake in the same way?
In this week’s issue of the New Yorker, there’s an intriguing profile about Netflix CEO Reed Hastings and his company’s boom.
The lengthy piece, penned by Ken Auletta, is an interesting deep-dive on how the streaming site maneuvered away from the edge of irrelevance to the dominant, Emmy-winning, Robin Wright-purveying entertainment powerhouse that it is.
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