In short, "House of cards" is a tribute to the self-destructive romantic. Like the trace of smoke intertwined in his cologne, there's a force in love so underhanded and compelling that we can't help but walk into its trap, red flags and all. Despite the unsettling helplessness, we're more drawn than ever to his madness and the fragile house of his creation. Everything about him is magic; his irreverent attitude, his razor sharp focus, his dangling cigarette, his breath in our ear. The air raid sirens? Why, we don't hear them at all.
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