Like, no snark. The X-Files killing off The Lone Gunmen was one of the lamest things that happened in a dreadfully lame final season. So bringing them back for the reboot is fist-pump worthy for this guy. How are they Not Dead? Who fucking cares. Seriously.
You know. Like, two weeks ago I wouldn’t have cared about Kumail Nanjiani guest starring in the X-Files reboot. Or more accurately, I wouldn’t have known the dude. But a week of binging Silicon Valley later, I’m excited.
Joel McHale! X-Files! Together!
Whelp. I now offiically know how long I have to catch-up Mrs. Caffeine Powered on the glory of the X-Files before it returns to air. Can’t wait! Can’t wait.
Can I get a Hell Yeah! The X-Files is returning, and dammit I think it is returning in proper form. Not some bloated, twenty-four episode run around the old park. Instead a terse, theoretically-focused revival of the series.
The Powers That Be are closing in on a two-season revival of one of my favorite goddamn shows of all time.
So yeah okay Fox wants to bring X-Files back. And even if I could scrape the terribleness that was the last two seasons off of my Brain Plate, I don’t think I’d be down for this. It’s been so goddamn long, the zeitgeist has passed, you can’t rebottle the lightning. Et cetera. That said, I’ll watch it.
How long after a creator’s pinnacle moment is it fair to still get excited about them? Or is it prudent? The adolescent fanboy in me is really excited that Chris Carter is doing a show based on Area 51. But then I count the years since I’ve given a fuck about anything he’s done and realize I should probably not get too excited.