When the X-Files debuted in the fall of 1993, I was living with my aunt and uncle in Calgary. The first episode I watched with my aunt. We both enjoyed the first episode, watching Mulder and Skully having evidence given to them and then ripped from their possession in an “accidental” motor inn fire.
My aunt is staunch Catholic, by the way. So was I, at the time. This, however, is not about my evolution to radical atheism…although, this series has an odd place in that back story that I’m not entirely sure how to describe.
Regardless, that is a discussion for another time.
The X-Files, early on, had a charm that I equate to the original Star Wars trilogy…it was rough and rugged. It wasn’t clean-cut and sparkling in its presentation. Mulder was arrogant and Skully was young…neither was perfect.
I was an X-Phile lite. I have always been a huge fan but was never one to dissect every moment of the show. Not my thing to discuss the pregnant pause of Mulder’s dialogue in episode 42 that suggests he might be madly in love with the ghost Skully may become.
Not judging the fans that do dissect to that level but just not my thing.
I’ve often felt that, in latter years, the series went a bit off when the two mains became caricatures of themselves.
Take the episode Hollywood A.D., for example. Mulder and Skully are the subject of a film production where Tea Leoni and Gary Shandling are actors hired to play the FBI duo. Don’t get me wrong, it was a bloody fun episode…but it was, at the same time, a symptom of the problem with late X-Files episodes. The bathtub scene is to die for, but…
It was a very good attempt at the series trying to be cute. And there were other good attempts, but let’s be honest…we weren’t watching The X-Files and hoping to see cute.
Cute moments, sure…but entire episodes were too much.
With this in mind just for a moment, dear reader, close your eyes and imagine what an X-File episode would be like if the writers of The Walking Dead got hold of it. There have been no cute episodes of The Walking Dead…moments, yes, but no episodes.
And a quick aside, Mrs Stranded and I were recently discussing how Andrew Lincoln (Rick) would be a potential good selection for the next one to call himself Bond…James Bond.
Frank Darabont has shown just how powerful it can be for writers to put their foot on the accelerator without taking it off. Certainly his work on The Walking Dead has shown it, but even his work on Shawshank Redemption and his rewriting the ending of Stephen King’s The Mist have shown that the appetite of the mainstream public has evolved.
For its time from the mid-90s to the early 2000s, The X-Files was one of the darker programs on television. The spin-off Millennium took things darker while another spin-off, The Lone Gunman, tried the more humorous route…but neither worked as well as the tree they fell from. Since that time, however, we have seen the likes of the reimagined Battlestar Galactica, American Horror Story and even mainstream network shows such as Criminal Minds delve into much darker corners than the X-Files had to its initial ending.
There, however, is another question.
That’s all that has been booked, so far.
Is this a mini-series, or is this a new beginning?
If it is the latter…dammit, I want to write for it.
I promise, no sex scenes!
Well, not too many sex scenes.
Bloody right, I still want to believe.