For his first foray into longform TV, bigscreen master David Fincher established the “Housestyle in its first two episodes in close collaboration with the American theater’s best.

Though the skein nabbed no writing nominations, legit stars like Beau Willimon, Keith Huff and a bevy of up-and-comers provided sizzling dialogue all season long, inserting wild twists the binging viewer couldn’t help but eat up like popcorn.

Fincher’s visual command helped Netflix’s team conjure an irresistible political meller harkening back to the paranoid D.C. thrillers of the 1970s. His camera prowls the corridors of power, revealing the shadows around all the president’s men, and lets us in on Congressman Frank Underwood’s outward gentility and inner monstrousness in a distinctly parallax view.