I got about 8 episodes in. The writing, casting, characters, acting, etc.--it's all phenomenal. It's easily one of the finest examples of the media I've ever watched. However, I'm done. It's so cynical, hopeless. I realize it's called House of Cards for a reason, but about 5 episodes in, I got the feeling everything and everyone is going to end up a big pile of yuck. Every positive upturn for a character (I'm thinking Russo, and the ex-prostitute/waitress in particular) seems to be a setup for their destruction. In a way, that in itself is masterful, but it's no longer fun. The only enticement to keep watching is a sort of sadistic voyeurism that is waiting to see how the next person is to be driven into misery to satisfy the vengeful desires of a sociopathic a-hole. Am I looking at it the wrong way? In the spirit of Frank Underwood, somebody lie to me and tell me that there's redemption in store.