One of the instruments House of Cards uses to inflict its delightful pain on me is the opening titles. They show Washington in its regular (the living areas, the bureaucracy buildings) and exalted (the monuments, Parliament Hill) beauty. (Over one of my favorite scores ever playing.) Washington: this modern day Athens; this living tribute to democracy. Washington the way I saw it just a little over half a year ago.
These titles, then, contrast perfectly with the undermining of that all that beauty by Frank Underwood.
F U 2, asshole.