01/17/2002 Archived Entry: "X-Files"

It's finally going to be over.

Yes, Fox is going to put "The X-Files" out of its mysery. After nine seasons and a crapload of awards, it's going to finally end. Really, it's about damn time.

I remember when the series premiere of "X-Files" came on--I was a freshman in high school, and my friend BJ and I were both angry as hell that we couldn't watch this new "X-Files" show that was coming on because we were in marching band and had to attend football games every Friday night. Until football season was over, we watched "X-Files" only because of the magic of the VCR.

And, damn, was I hooked.

I loved it. I loved every second of every episode, even though I knew that the show sucked. It was great. It was wonderful. The conspiracies, the brief mentions of larger goings-on behind the scenes, the mystery, the magic--oh, man. I ate up the first season of XF like the guiltiest of guilty-sweet candy and starved for more. The first season stretched into the second season, and from then into the absolutely incomparable third and fourth seasons. BJ and I discussed "X-Files" for hours on end. It didn't bother me that by this time, the show was shifting, was becoming more of a real, normal-person mainstream show and moving away from the cultish camp that it had started out as. I felt loyal--I was one of the six people that watched the whole first season, and it was my show.

The seasons stretched on. Scully got cancer and the tension skyrocketed. Truly, "X-Files" was wonderful and amazing and great. I loved each episode, including such incredible jewels as Unusual Suspects, Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose, Jose Chung's 'From Outer Space', Triangle, Bad Blood, and my uncontested favorite episode, Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man.

I REALLY enjoyed the movie and thought it a fantastic addition to the series. Unfortunately, it signaled the beginning of the end. Oh, sure, the Conspiracy was resolved and the Conspirators torched into unidentifiable black crispiness, but the show...oh, it just got so, so, so bad.

Now, I don't even watch "X-Files" anymore. Ive tried--I really have given Agent Dogett a chance, and I like Robert Patrick, but I can't connect with the show anymore. It's too...oh, God forgive me for saying it, but it's too mainstream.

I will mourn the "X-Files"' passing, but truly, it died a long time ago.

Ugh. Must work now. Tons to do.

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