The Best of Anti-Typecasting
Give me those unexpected choices that worked, dammit!
Give me those unexpected choices that worked, dammit!
So, it’s Mental Health Awareness month right now, and I have a few thoughts on mental illness I’d like to share. Well, more than usual, anyway.
Well, I suppose you could call this episode a boon to the series. Huh? Right? Huh? Huh? God, I feel like I haven’t heard human laughter in so long it hurts. Nothing to do with the lockdown, I’m just not funny.
As I stated in my Pusher review, season three of The X-Files is where the show really hit its form, without a sustained dip in quality until season seven. This means that, contrary to last week, when picking the best monster of the week was a huge task bound to piss a lot of fans off, the pick for the worst episode of the season is remarkably easy.
A girl and her slasher movies
So, a few months ago, I wrote An Insomniac’s Guide to Insomnia. And, with everything going in the world right now, I figured that it’s only time that I come down from on high to deliver to you my Hypochondriac’s Guide to Hypochondria.
Season three, and The X-Files is cruising.
I took one look at the title of this episode, and only one thing came to mind. Because if you bring up cowboys and daddy issues in the same sentence, I am simply obliged to share with you this iconic Magnetic Fields faux-country gay banger, Papa Was A Rodeo. Here, listen to it now – if you sync it with reading this recap just right, it’s like Wizard of Oz and Pink Floyd, except actually interesting.