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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: 2008-08-05 03:49 am (UTC)MULDER: But you saw it! I saw it! It has to exist!
SCULLY: Yes, but this was a one-time experience and we have no idea what caused it, Mulder. Can it be duplicated in an entirely removed environment under controlled conditions? If not, then any number of things could have been responsible. Anecdotes based on personal experience, however emotionally compelling, are not the same thing as quantifiable proof.
MULDER: ....
WOULD THAT HAVE BEEN SO HARD