Jessica Chastain, Dakota Fanning, Eddie Redmayne, and Kate Mara strike a pose. Photo: Neil Rusman/BFAnyc.com
It’s the collection that everyone has been talking about and its literally (almost) here. The Alexander Wang X H&M Collection has been one of the most hyped about collaborations in history, so it’s no question why a team of A Wang’s A-List besties came out to support.
The crowd shopped a pop-up shop, and hip hop legend Missy Elliot performed. The perfect sound for his nostalgic meets futuristic collaboration. Not siblings with Beyoncé or engaged to Jennifer Aniston? No worries, we’ve got you covered with the night’s best looks. The collection will be up for grabs to the public November 6th. Better start camping out at your local H&M now!
[Ed. note: on Monday, our frequent contributor Jolie Kerr sung the praises of House of Cards, the David Fincher-directed series that is single-handedly proving the success of Netflix and internet streaming. But our other frequent contributor Miles Klee is not buying it.]
No no no no. No. Do not do this to me, America. Do not believe the hype. Do not line up to watch the first and ideally last season of this show in one sitting. Re-watch a show you already know you like, I’m telling you. Take up knitting. Whittling. Anything. Just step away from the screen. I’d never normally say it, but you deserve better than this.
You can get your political intrigue elsewhere! Hell, stream Patrick Stewart’s Macbeth before you watch Kevin Spacey mercy-kill an injured dog on a Georgetown sidewalk whilst soliloquizing in formalwear. Rip through The Thick of It or Veep and get a superior satire of government that’s also funny. Read just about any book featuring Richard Nixon: it will be both more incredible and more relevant.
HoC, it would seem, has it all—decorated actors, fearless director, a poster that’s very Mad Men circa season three—everything but a glimmer of entertainment value. It’s not even as good as Lilyhammer, Netlix’s first flop of a foray into original programming, which once you get past the god-awful setup actually earns its mobster-out-of-water storyline. If this overnarrated mess takes off, it will prove nothing but the marketability of “[blank] of [blanks]” titles.
Holy mackerel, is House of Cards ever great. Overblown, overwrought, soap opera-esque at times, it still manages to offer up enough political dialogue and stunning business attire to keep from insulting its viewers. Kevin Spacey’s Shakespearian asides to the audience—and even the inclusion of Kevin Spacey doling out Shakespearian asides in and of itself—are mostly absurd, but then he drops a perfect eye-roll in your lap and all is forgiven. Shakespearianishly.
Robin Wright, looking unsettlingly like Ur-mommyblogger Heather Armstrong, is sublime as Spacey’s icy cold wife. Kate Mara as a social media-savvy political reporter Zoe Barnes—and even the inclusion of a social media-savvy political reporter in and of itself—is excruciating. Mostly because her presence allowed for terms like "Twitter twat" to be bandied about and DO NOT WANT EL OH EL. Looming over them all is Kevin Spacey at his most Kevin Spaceyest as Congressman Francis Underwood.
And oh my God the echo joke. (Oh my God the echo joke.)
Muchhas beenmade of the decision on the part of Netflix to dump all 13 episodes on its audience at once, hoping to capitalize on what’s been dubbed the binge-style viewing habits of subscribers to the streaming video service. Time will bear out the relative strength or weakness of the strategy, but from where I’m sitting it sure does look to be slam dunk. Because holy mackerel, is House of Cards ever great. So great that in spite of having a heap of weekend chores and brunch with friends, I still managed to clear out thirteen hours to blow through the entire series. On Saturday, I stayed up well past my bedtime, so hooked was I, and woke up with a violent House of Cards hangover on Sunday morning. I figured a little hair of the dog was what the situation called for and fired up another episode while I drank my first cup of coffee. On Sunday night, when the closing shot of the final episode startled a loud yelp out of me, I immediately went back to the first episode and began House of Cards Binge Two: The Shuffling.
Now I need you all to go watch the entire thing so we can dissect every detail and so you’ll understand about that echo joke. (That echo joke.)
Set to premiere next week, Netflix’s new television series, House of Cards is amping up the anticipation with four new trailers now streaming. The political drama focuses on Kevin Spacey as Frank Underwood, a ruthless and cunning congressman who takes us through Washington, D.C.’s dark underbelly filled with sex, greed, and corruption. Starring Robin Wright as Underwood’s wife and Kate Mara as a young reporter, the political drama looks sufficiently David Fincher-esque right off the bat—which makes sense as he acts as a producer and director of the pilot and second episode. We saw Wright in his take on The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo last year, which happened to also star Mara’s youngster sister, Rooney. But the brooding atmosphere and slick dark aesthetic feel right at home for Fincher and perfectly akin to the world he’s portraying. Penned by Beau Willimon of Farrgut North and the film it inspiredThe Ides of March, the show’s proceeding episodes will be directed by James Foley, Carl Franklin, and Joel Schumacher.
Check out the four trailers here and some character still from the show below.