The X-Files: I Want To Believe

The X-files promises to be so much of what I enjoy in a movie: mystery, suspense, a conspiracy, action, all laced with supernatural overtones and mixed in with a little human drama. So I desperately "wanted to believe" that the new X-files movie would be a good film. Sadly, nothing could be further from "the truth", regardless of whether or not it is out there. This film is not just unengaging and dull, it is in fact monumentally and quite incomprehensibly bad. It could be one of the great stinkers of all time. Ignore for a moment the inane overall plot, which is never fully explained, and examine some of the more ludicrous elements. Scully and Mulder have now evidently been living together, in the biblical sense, for some time. For all intents and purposes they behave like an old married couple expect for one thing: they still call each other by their last names! Their relationship is indeed an odd one. There are long scenes in which Scully sprouts incomprehensible psycho babble in attempt to convince Mulder that....., well, to be honest its never quite clear what she is trying to convince him of when she delivers little gems like "I can't go home to the darkness anymore". Scully is now working as a neuro surgeon. We begin to doubt her skill level a little when she researches stem cell techniques by searching on Google! We have no reason to doubt her keen sense of observation though when, while driving past a row of tiny post boxes, at speed and in the dark and snow, she notices that one is numbered 252 and remembers that the psychic assisting with the case mentioned Proverbs 25, verse 2. Obviously this was the post box that would lead to the lair of the heinous Russian crooks who are busily grafting the head of their sick mate on to the body of a captured FBI agent. Seriously, it is this laughable! A terrible, terrible movie.