76% of critics have praised the new season.
The bleakest (yet somehow still extremely fun to watch) season of the show yet.
A good start after last season’s erratic finish.
Having laid to rest the long-standing charge that House of Cards was too absurd to be taken seriously as “prestige television”, the Netflix caper has rediscovered its cocksure strut.
Even with the thick miasma of dread and vague impending doom that hangs over the season, the show still excels at providing viewers with laugh-out-loud moments that one just doesn’t see coming.
It sometimes seems as if the series’ showrunner is an episode of Morning Joe that has somehow gained sentience and really likes poorly framed wide shots.
All of a sudden, the presidential drama finds itself tragically behind the curve. What a pity — it would have been so subversive if Hillary Clinton had won.
Five seasons in, House of Cards still trades in predictable scripting that recycles the same themes time and again.
The atmosphere feels looser, more wild and daring.
Love them or hate them, you’ll be casting your vote to binge on Tuesday.
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