30 Day Film Challenge: Day Seven

Posted on April 25, 2011


The X-Files Poster (From ImageShack)

A Film That Reminds You of Your Past

Yes I know. I’ve neglected the 30 Challenge possibly negating its point by not doing it on 30 consecutive days but shag that, I’ve been busy. Anyway, getting back to the issue in hand…

 A film that reminds you of your past is a title that sounds a little ominous – to someone who over thinks things a bit too much (me) it makes me a little sceptical as I can see people reading this and thinking, ‘oh sweet lord this film reminds her of her past because the same thing happened to her!’ There goes putting down The War Zone then…

So yeah, maybe no-one would think that but I’m not going to take that chance so in a happier swing back to my days as a quiet, solitary teenager I’m picking a film I saw one Friday night when my Friday nights consisted solely of watching whatever was on at midnight.

I had never been an X-Files fan when the show was running because one particular memory of watching it with my brothers circa 1995 gave me nightmares for at least a week after it. Having become an X-Files geek in my teenage years I can now inform people that it was the scene in The Căluşari (S2-E21) where the little boy gets locked in the room with the grandmother who tries to stab him.

This all started one of those Friday nights when I saw that the first film was on so I sat down to watch it and loved it. While it by no means set the world alight in terms of quality conspiracy dramas, it was thoroughly enjoyable and well executed. Slicker looking than the weekly TV series and with a budget big enough to shoot a really impressive helicopter/cornfields chase, the film got me into the series.

But it wasn’t so much engulfed in the mythology of the show (which I came to later) that it alienated new viewers which is always the point of TV to film adaptations anyway.

Soon after that, BBC 1 or 2 started showing re-runs of the series from the start so Friday nights at midnight became about watching The X-Files, albeit about two years after the series had finished but better late than never. Half the TV series I love are ones that I came late to and watched in blocks.

When the X-Files was good, it was really top-notch TV. Mulder was paranoid, Scully was pragmatic, Skinner flexed his knuckles and the Cancer Man was menacing to the point of eeriness. When the X-Files was poor, it was still decent enough and watchable TV. The movie erred, in my opinion, closer to the side of the former.

I suppose it’s funny that in a 30 day film challenge, I’m picking a film which turned my teenage Friday nights from movie-viewing nights to TV-viewing ones.

The first X-Files movie was a stellar film. Pity about the utterly shocking sequel.