Television reception being so poor here (I am trying to sort out a decent aerial) I have been binge watching House of Cards on Netflix. First the more recent American adaptation, which I had previously only watched bits of, and then the original UK adaptation from the 1990s.
The American version is much longer, and obviously, far more money has been spent on a very polished production. By comparison, when one starts watching the UK version, it seems small and dowdy: stuffy characters in stuffy rooms wearing suits that have not spent nearly enough time at the dry cleaners.
But then, in the middle part of the trilogy, the UK version introduces the brilliant Michael Kitchen as the King, and the whole thing comes alive.
The Americans, of course, were careless enough to mislay Continue reading