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sabotabbyI saw the X-Files movie with utterly no expectations. I don't know if a lot of you know this, but I was—surprise!—completely obsessed with the X-Files when it was on the air, right up until it really went downhill and my eyes were starting to hurt from rolling so often.
Anyway, this movie was even worse than the other one, which is a pretty big accomplishment. And given that it had three significant female characters, one of whom is sort of classic for breaking all sorts of TV conventions*, it completely failed the Bechdel Test. Le sigh.
So I liked the little Bush joke, because I'm predictable, and I liked that even though they were doin' it, they still called each other by their last names.
Otherwise, though, who cares? We need another movie about a gay serial killer?
It also drummed into my head how much better TV writing has gotten since I was a kid. At the time, the only show I knew of that had long-running, interesting, weird stories was Twin Peaks—long off the air by the time I was old enough to appreciate it. I was willing to put up with all sorts of silliness to see stories with some sort of intelligent commentary (though, granted, of a subtly libertarian bent—keep in mind that I was a teenager, and also mostly rooting for the bad guys). But looking back, it was pretty terribly written. The movie's like that—all of this cringeworthy dialogue about faith and belief.
Yawn. Also, gay marriage in Massachusetts will result in Russians cutting off your body parts and grafting them on to—uh, what were they trying to do anyway?
* Yes, I wanted to be Scully when I was 17.
Anyway, this movie was even worse than the other one, which is a pretty big accomplishment. And given that it had three significant female characters, one of whom is sort of classic for breaking all sorts of TV conventions*, it completely failed the Bechdel Test. Le sigh.
So I liked the little Bush joke, because I'm predictable, and I liked that even though they were doin' it, they still called each other by their last names.
Otherwise, though, who cares? We need another movie about a gay serial killer?
It also drummed into my head how much better TV writing has gotten since I was a kid. At the time, the only show I knew of that had long-running, interesting, weird stories was Twin Peaks—long off the air by the time I was old enough to appreciate it. I was willing to put up with all sorts of silliness to see stories with some sort of intelligent commentary (though, granted, of a subtly libertarian bent—keep in mind that I was a teenager, and also mostly rooting for the bad guys). But looking back, it was pretty terribly written. The movie's like that—all of this cringeworthy dialogue about faith and belief.
Yawn. Also, gay marriage in Massachusetts will result in Russians cutting off your body parts and grafting them on to—uh, what were they trying to do anyway?
* Yes, I wanted to be Scully when I was 17.
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Date: 2008-08-04 05:21 pm (UTC)Futurama passes the Bechdel test (not every episode, but a lot of them) because Amy and Leela argue about important things like crashing the ship.
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