January 1, 2009
I was an after-the-fact X-Files fan. I didn’t drag out the nine seasons, instead, I caught them in syndication, and watched them all over the course of a month or two. I have no idea if that made my expectations for the new movie any different, but I finally got a chance to watch it the other night.
(potential spoilers ahead)
All things considered, not bad.
Our agents’ post-FBI trajectory had been about what we’d have expected. There was a little something for the Mulder and Scully shippers, and having Skinner pull Mulder’s chestnuts out of the fire one last time gave it a sense of old home week.
It would have been fun if they’d have given us an alien takeover plot of some kind, instead of organ theft and odd ex-Soviet block medical experiments, but in the end, it was about what The X-Files was always about — the nature of belief.
Billy Connolly was good as a defrocked priest turned psychic, and Amanda Peet did well as an FBI agent who was a closet Mulder fan. It would have been nice if Xzibit had stretched a bit beyond being the designated wet-blanket skeptic.
If you weren’t an X-Files fan, there’s not much here for you, but if you were, it was a nice reunion, and far better than the first movie.