Claire has no moral calculus. Does Underwood miss Meechum at all? Claire wants to replace Meechum in their lives with Yates. Zoë lived in a bad area. A mad homeless woman babbles. Hammerschmidt gets a lead, the NRA have complete spitefulness and Conway plots. Kate is doleful and this was okay.
“There are very few people who understand us. Meechum was one.”
“Secret Service Agent Edward Meechum, a marine and my friend, was slain with the bullets from that very same gun.”
“The dead guy, the Secret Service guy.”
“We choose our path.”
This was glorious nonsense. Kevin Spacey is full on ham. Conway is a reductive stereotype and stupefying dull. Seth plots. There is a telling aside during the convention.
“It’s only pride.”
“The people you collect.”
“The only reason people glorify Kennedy is because he got shot.”
Doug has poor coping skills and a volatile temper. Claire’s mother dies. Underwood shows Cathy what a psychopath he is with no nuanced delivery. The Underwoods treat their allies with insouciance and weary distain. This was merely inelegant.
“Walker didn’t respect me.”
“That’s the story I want. Not some Secret Service man being loose with the books.”
“Where does it get us?”
“I got you that table.”
“Nobody believes it. And nobody ever will.”
“I will never ever forget. Do you understand now?”
Refugee woman refuses to conform and challenges social norms. There is no emotional charge to this dull ep. Porthos is a doomster. They never leave anything alone. Treville is an ass. Feron’s funeral has still not been held. Louis reposes in bed. Treville has inherent absurdity. There is confused, sprawling and ill-lit violence. Anne of Austria would not be forgiven for what she had done, not in that era. Treville has a sheer amount of certainty in his own whining.
The village of women are not believably threatening. There are no occasional moments of human charm. Louis has a culture of memory. The doom-laden women are not a source of fascination. TPTB seem to rip off ‘The Witch’. This flagrantly revels in its own mediocrity. There are no creepily fascinating baddies. Nobody suffers sepsis from their injuries. Aramis does dramatic spitting. There is gold being looked for and the evil sidekick’s sob story origin story is revealed. There is bad acting and much of the sentiment is personal.
“You wish to speak of this?”
“I’m no woman killer!”
“Queens have been beheaded for less.”
“I was never expecting love.”
“France married Spain.”