"not in this zip code."
the x-files: pilot
In honour of honestlygreen's viewing of the pilot. FINALLY, is all I can say.
No theme song. I shall have to whistle it to compensate.
THIS IS SOME SERIOUS SHIT I SHOULD PAY ATTENTION.
Oh hay there J. Edgar Hoover building. You're looking very square today.
WOO DAVID DUCHOVNY.
AND GILLIAN ANDERSON. DAYUM, THOSE ARE SOME FRESH THREADS, SCULLY. YOU STRUT THAT PANTSUIT.
Sup, Scully.
Suuuuuuuuuuuuup.
Are you familiar with the so called X-Files? Because, you know, that's where you're going.
I think now might be the right time to road-test my new bitchface. IN PROFILE.
Hello basement.
Cue ambigous hunched figure.
I just can't keep my eyes off that suit. For ALL the wrong reasons.
WOOO POSTER!!!!
Not quite so ambigous. Why hello there, Spooky.
Agent Mulder... I'm Dana Scully. I've been assigned to work with you.
My, you are... not bad. Not bad at all. But you'll need more than boyish charm to melt this Ice Queen's cool exterior.
Fine. How about a slide show?
Mulder, I'm really not interested in the chemical makeup of whatever drugs you're on.
But... boyish good looks?
Why do I have a feeling that the bitch face is going to come in handy from now on?
How about now?
Mmmmmmhhhhmmmmmmm.
OBLIGATORY 90'S PLANE SHOT. Walkman. Plaid. Massive glasses. I really don't need to say any more.
Mulder looking up...
And Scully looking unimpressed. This may or may not be a recurring theme.
YAY FOR OLD-SCHOOL CAMERAS.
Wooooork it, Scully. The camera is eating you up.
Oh, come on, Scully, you wouldn't crush my amateur photographer dreams as well, right?
Um, Mulder? Dead orangutang on the table? Seriously?
MAKE YOUR OWN JOKES, PEOPLE.
Some shit happens...
And then we get this.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the golden age of UST.
"You think I'm crazy.
"Agent Mulder believes that we are not alone."