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When watching the vastly improved second season of The X-Files revival, it is clear to see the one thing holding it back: Chris Carter. I’ve been criticising the showrunner of one of my favourite works of fiction ever for a long time now; although this is the blog in which Louise continually smashed Steven Moffat when he was running Doctor Who into oblivion, I’m coming for that dunking-on-showrunners crown. Looking at these two revival seasons of the show, not to mention the last proper series and the lousy movie in between – all of the crap stuff was written solely by Carter. The My Struggle episodes are a special kind of awful that only Carter could create, and the same can be said for his one Monster of the Week episode this season, and my last worst-of for this series: Plus One.
Read the rest of this entry »From a strictly monster-of-the-week perspective, season eleven of The X-Files is miraculous.
Read the rest of this entry »I’m not sure how successful I’ve been at conveying just how much I love The X-Files.
Read the rest of this entry »The central question of any revival series of a popular TV show is “what is the fucking point?”
Read the rest of this entry »The ninth season of The X-Files is not just the show’s worst season, by a country mile – it is also one of the worst seasons of television I’ve ever watched. And I’ve watched some stinkers.
Season eight of The X-Files may be the strangest of its entire run.
The X-Files was an entirely different beast in its eighth year.
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