Loyal X-Phile that I am, I headed to the movie theatre tonight to take in the latest adventure of Mulder and Scully.
It wasn't bad, but it wasn't great, either. It was basically as just-OK as I expected it to be when I went into the theatre.
I will give it credit -- the bad guys' transplantation scheme was pretty freaky. I didn't walk out saying to myself, "THAT'S all there was to it?"
I think that I would have rather seen a mytharc movie than a standalone movie, which is really kind of weird, seeing as how the vast majority of my favorite episodes of the show are standalones.
It would have been nice if we could have actually seen the priest's visions, but maybe Chris Carter didn't want everyone mixing up The X-Files and Millennium.
The relationship between Mulder and Scully seemed a little bloodless. I wasn't feeling much in the way of real passion. Gillian Anderson's that's-why-I-fell-in-love-with-you line to Mulder was remarkably flat.
I thought Billy Connolly did a fine job as the priest. But Amanda Peet did nothing at all for me. She just didn't project the toughness required for the role. Frankly, I was pretty pleased when she got pushed to her death. I'm just disappointed that we didn't get to actually see the impaling that was alluded to.
Walter Skinner's appearance at the end made me smile. That was a nice touch.
I thought it was good that the non-English-speaking characters were not subtitled. That would have pulled me out of the movie a little bit, and I can't imagine that it was incredibly important to know precisely what they said.
As far as the viewing experience went, I was very disappointed with the nachos. By the last few chips, I was relegated to scouring the container for the last remaining molecules of cheese sauce.