Lately, I’ve been getting back into The X-Files. That show hit its popularity over here just as I was starting to work my first job as a paperboy, so it was a great time to be spending a lot of time riding around darkened suburbs with no one else around.
Goddammit, Chris Carter. You had to go and create Tooms and the Flukeman, didn’t you? Those were the worst two ever.
In honour of Nick’s latest piece and some work that Greg has been doing, I personally would like to tip my hat to that show. It made for great viewing, and there’s something about revisiting its early-1990s aesthetics and camera work that makes me feel very much at home.
Remember when this was a feature of every magazine everywhere?
It’s easy to forget how huge that show was. Everyone wanted to sleep with either Gillian Anderson or David Duchovny, and sometimes both. And being an FBI agent just seemed like the coolest job ever, unless that damn Cigarette Smoking Man took care of you first.
Aliens, werewolves, psychics, conspiracies… science and magic and myth, all rolled into one.
And it made for some damn fine television.