As a rule, I'm not exactly a big Summer Blockbuster kind of guy (full disclosure: In my youth, I actually stood on line to get into the first showing of Who Framed Roger Rabbit on the day it opened. Boy -- there's a couple of hours I'll never get back). But that said, I must admit to being genuinely jazzed at the prospect of the forthcoming X-Files movie.
Yup, I'm a huge fan of the series. Star David Duchovny famously observed that they were doing feature quality work on a weekly TV schedule, and he obviously had that right; I can't think of another show that, at it's best, was as well-crafted on every level. But more to the point -- and you certainly didn't have to be a sci-fi geek to get it -- was the chemistry between its co-stars. For my money, nothing in TV history came close to the are-they-or-aren't-they? sexual tension between Gillian Anderson's slightly repressed Catholic school girl rationalist and Duchovny's passionately obsessive WASP with a dark side. Well, not really a WASP...they may have written Mulder as whitebread, but everybody who watched the show knew he was actually Jewish.
In any case, my favorite episode of all-time is still "The Post-Modern Prometheus" (1999), a black-and-white mini-movie that had nothing really to do with the show's Aliens Among Us mythology (neither does the new film, apparently); instead, it was writer/creator Chris Carter's loving homage to the Universal horror classics of the 30s and 40s. It's a ton of fun, overall, but the ending in particular is almost sublime; Mulder and Scully are watching Cher (a look-alike, but never mind) belting out "Walking in Memphis" in a club, and when he pulls her up to dance, the sly look that passes between them tells you all you need to know. Here's a clip of it -- make sure you watch through to the end for the big moment (and if it doesn't make you smile, you really need to have it looked at).
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