I felt downright slothful only having to watch one piddling little movie for this writeup instead of the 10-12 episodes I’ve been packing in every three days lately. With my viewing of “The X-Files: Fight the Future,” I’m officially well past the halfway point of this odyssey. The brief respite from all-”X-Files,” all-the-time has allowed me some leisure to reflect on the experience thus far.
The good thing about steeping myself in five seasons of sci-fi television in five weeks? I actually feel like I get what’s going on. Absorbing the plot quickly without long hiatuses (and taking advantage of the surprisingly thorough Wikipedia entries for things like The Syndicate, Black Oil, and Colonists) helps the pieces of the puzzle come together more coherently. As much as I love “The X-Files,” in the back of my mind, I always assumed that Chris Carter didn’t really have much of a master plan. This time out, I’m surprised by how deliberate the myth feels. I notice the writers planting seeds and dropping hints in ways I didn’t before.
I’ve also really enjoyed indulging my Mulder and Scully shipper tendencies in all their silly, giggly glory. Since my deadlines don’t give me time to savor any individual episode, and I’m trying to watch with my critical viewer cap on, I didn’t expect to feel swept up by the drama of the show. I should have known better. I’m a nerd, and I get a powerful case of the flutters every time I see meaningful glance or an emotionally loaded moment pass between the leads. I’ve loved abandoning myself occasionally, gasping when Mulder and Scully have a tiff or hissing when Agent Diana Fowley comes on screen.
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