|There’s Truth That Lives, And Truth That Dies.
||[Mar. 3rd, 2016|07:16 pm]
I was not caught, though many tried.
I live among you, well disguised.
3 March 2016
So, Chris Carter. Years after the sad and muddled end of The X-files, they brought the show back for a limited series; six new episodes. They – he, I guess – resurrected the impossibly tangled Alien Conspiracy, then complicated it, then subverted it. Then there were a couple of stand-alone eps. Then, the final episode of the new series, they pulled the vague threatening trigger Carter had been teasing the whole show. The Conspiracy, whoever and whatever it was, launched the endgame, which was basically 12 Monkeys. The virus that had been administered to (supposedly) everyone with their polio, or smallpox, or whatever, vaccine, was activated, and everyone’s immune system shut down. People started dying in droves. General panic, evacuation and gridlock. Scully, at the lat moment, figured out (maybe) that the alien DNA she had been infected with was actually protecting her from the FAIDS (Forcibly Acquired…), and used her blood to create a vaccine.
Mulder had gone to confront Smoking Man, who of course had been last seen getting a Hellfire missile right up the left nostril, but this is Chris Carter World. Villains are omnipotent and unconstrained by the limits of reality. Doesn’t matter anyway, as Mulder falls ill from some opportunistic infection and is dying along with everyone else. Another agent retrieves him and heads back to Scully in D.C.
Scully steals an SUV, and by driving on sidewalks and lawns gets most of the way to the car with the two men in it, bearing doses of her vaccine, and runs the last bit. She’s about to dose Mulder and the new guy, when an alien spacecraft appears and puts a Close Encounters spotlight on them. We dolly in until the screen is full of Scully’s eyeball – and the show is over. No rescue, no salvation, no resolution, and the last person this ship shone their light on was blown up by it.
If I ever meet Chris Carter, I am going to punch him right in the nutsack.