Good bye, Ben Wyatt and Leslie Knope. I have a new political couple that I’m going to worship from now on. Well, it’s not a permanent good bye. It’s just now you two won’t be my number one favorite anymore.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present you, from the Netflix original series House of Cards, the abhorrent pairing: Francis and Claire Underwood.
Claire. I love that name. If The Underwoods lived in the land and time of Game of Thrones, they would bestow her the name Ice Queen of House Underwoods. She’s one of the most enchanting and my favorite female characters. It’s almost a crime to dislike her.
Claire was 48 when the show started two years ago, yet still strikingly beautiful with chick wardrobe and pixie haircut (shows her sense of simplicity and practicality, plus her power and terror).
She doesn’t talk much, but when she does, she does it slowly, calmly, gracefully. So when she raises her voice or changes her expression even slightly, you would definitely notice (I guess Claire thinks that she’s surrounded by a bunch of petulant kids, so she mainly holds her tongue and calms herself before opening her mouth).
She’s pragmatic, like her husband. She knows what to do when needed and she’s willing to do whatever it takes to live and survive and achieve what she wants in that side of the world. And by that side of the world, of course I mean the darkest and dirtiest side of government when you happen to be the wife of a congressman of United States.
Francis Underwood is the epitome of a Machiavellian in planet Earth. What can I tell you about him? Well, he was promised by the president-elect of the United States a position in his cabinet as secretary of state (if you need an example in real life, just know and remember that Hillary Clinton once had this title). But right before the president-elect’s being sworn, he changed his mind and Francis stayed in the congress. Francis then swore to get his revenge on the president-elect and those people who screwed him up. He worked days and nights, with his wife, to conduct an epic revenge to throw the president-elect out of his office.
You name every single thing that comes out of your mind about the things Francis and Claire might do. They’ve done it. You won’t believe it, but I swear it is a grandeur orchestra.
The paragraph above is basically the prologue of the series. So there, you got the basic story of House of Cards.
So here’s a bit of their journey throughout season one and two. It’s not that often they shared screen, but sometimes when they did, it’s rather sweet (by my standard). Even their “hey” to one another sounds like a 28-year-old marriage. :)
Why yes, I’m
that sensitive over reading things, sometimes.
Warning: These pictures, of course, contain spoilers.
Saya barusan ngehapus tulisan panjang tentang pasangan ini di season tiga, season terbaru House of Cards yang tuntas saya tonton seharian kemaren (yap, another 13 hours). But fuck that. And fuck season three! I’m going to pretend that it doesn’t exist until the writers stop butchering the story and Claire’s character in season four next year.
It’s definitely a sin to turn a dearly impeccable stoic calculated cold goddess into a nagging petty short-sighted hormonal wife! I won’t have Claire be that kind of person.