About a month ago, my friend Joel and I decided we were going to rent and watch all nine seasons of The X-Files in preparation for the second movie, which comes out this Friday, July 25th.
Since The X-Files came out while I was in college, and since I spent most of my college career in class, at parties, or drunk and writing sad poems about my failed relationships, I didn’t have time to watch TV and didn’t appreciate the show’s brilliance until the late 90s, when I was living in Paris. Unbeknownst to me my father, a person I’d be hard-pressed to describe as “culturally savvy” (we’re...
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