As regrettably as inexplicably, it seems to me that Fincher's show has lost a great deal of its appeal; it feels very much like a repetition of the first - brilliant! - season.
That Underwood is a master villain is by now an established fact, and to have accelerated his corruption and recklessness into having him commit actual crimes himself might not have been, I might add, one of Fincher's more enlightened intuitions. There is, fortunately, a limit to how credible a flat-out illegal vice-president can be.
So I think I'm getting off this ship, too, although I'm only half-way through!
What is it with me, at the moment??
Have I developed some form of hyperactivity diagnosis and am henceforth incapable of finishing anything?
Have borrowed a book from my ten-year-old, just to make sure.