The X-Files 20th Anniversary
I was 11 years old when The X-Files originally aired on TV. The first episode I watched was “Squeeze,” the first ever and one of the creepiest Monster-of-the-Week episodes. I was actually way too freaked out by it to continue watching the series. A couple of years later, though, I turned into a super mature, emo, goth, Mexican teenager, so I gave it another shot and was immediately obsessed. For years, before they moved the show to the Sunday night slot, I would tell my friends I was busy every single Friday night, even when they aired repeats. I used to rent season 2 and 3 videos (yup, videos!) every so often so I could try to get my family into it. They got hooked. My brother to an annoying point, where he would pause my recorded VHS tapes to talk endlessly about those damn clones. My mom actually ended up coming with me to the theater to watch the movie. She might not want to know this, but I even used to make out to the soundtrack with my high school boyfriend. And no, I’m not embarrassed. My BBS handle was “Spooky” and, to this day, I can eat a whole bag of sunflower seeds in one sitting. Nowadays, I never fail to smile when I hear Mark Snow’s theme.
I’m not saying it’s a perfect show or the first of it’s kind. Its last season, unfortunately, is one I tell people to skip. But remember that The X-Files was on network TV, and it didn’t have the big budgets or shorter seasons Game of Thrones or Breaking Bad are lucky to have nowadays. The X-Files didn’t have all of these tools, yet it still ended up covering every single nightmarish subject imaginable. The show had it all: disturbed serial-killers, ghost apparitions in bathrooms, a deformed baby found dead after being buried alive. There were even more realistic nightmares with the mythology episodes. As I did with Q in Star Trek: TNG, anytime the Cigarette-Smoking Man showed up, I did the dance of joy because I knew this episode was going to involve more of the government conspiracy we all hoped would eventually be uncovered. As soon as Deep Throat, X or Marita Covarrubias showed up, I knew stuff was going down. Aliens! The mystery of whether or not we’re alone in this universe was fun and exciting, but I also think Chris Carter did a great job of harnessing our own paranoia over authority. Few of us really trust our government, and most of us are fearful of whether or not we’re being lied to and how much is being hidden from us. This has been and forever will be a part of life.
Finally, I have to point out that there is no TV relationship as great as Mulder and Scully’s. They were hilarious at times and had insane sexual tension, but what made them so special to me was that their love for one another was much bigger than romantic love. Their mutual friendship, loyalty and respect, that’s something that we rarely see on television between a man and a woman without sex getting in the way. Together, they went on a roller coaster journey where they continuously gained and lost faith in their own beliefs but never in each other, which is why I like to say: Trust no one. Except for your friends and family.
The truth is out there. Thanks to The X-Files for helping us try to figure it out.