[dropcap]Y[/dropcap]our favorite power-hungry manipulators, the Underwoods, are back. Season 3 of “House of Cards” premiered Feb. 27 with a whole new slew of episodes. Whereas the previous season introduced itself with ferocity, Season 3 is taking a more reserved pace, which works in its favor.
This review is only for the first four episodes of the series, as I decided to pace myself this year and not binge through the entire season in one 13-hour melee. Frank Underwood (Kevin Spacey) has achieved his ultimate goal and is now President of the United States.
You would think it would be all peaches and cream for the Commander in Chief, but Underwood’s sly bravado can’t help him get out of jams this time around. Some of the plotlines this season include Underwood trying to push a new jobs bill, diplomatic relations with Russia and Claire Underwood’s (Robin Wright) appointment to the United Nations.
In terms of prestige television, “House of Cards” always seemed like more bark than bite. Yes, Spacey’s hammy—no, let’s say prosciutto-level performance—is something to marvel at. But “House of Cards” really left no substance to think about.
But the show is now in its third season and, at this point, I really don’t think the writers care. And that is not a knock on the show. I commend them for making pure popcorn fare based on a political figure. This show is as engrossing as the next binge-watch series and I’m trying to finish the season as fast as possible like the rest of you. So hunker down on a cold day this month and enjoy the ridiculousness that is “House of Cards.”