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The X-Files Review by Elias Savada
The marketing engines of Fox are in high gear (and boy, can I seem them smiling!) as their extraordinary television series franchise expands to the big screen, and I recommend finding the biggest one around to watch this spooky trek into things paranormal and extraterrestrial. X-philes (and they are LEGION!) are expected to line up early for this enjoyable, effects-laden romp with beloved FBI Special Agents Fox Mulder (David Duchovny) and Dana Scully (Gillian Anderson) as they battle the forces of reason. Director Rob Bowman (veteran helmer of 25 episodes and the feature Airborne ) and producer-writer (and, of course, creator of all things X) Chris Carter are to be congratulated for assembling a fine cast (mostly series regulars beefed up with small yet strong performances by Martin Landau, as an energetic crank alarmist, and Armin Mueller-Stahl, as a sinister businessman; stunning production design (Christopher Nowak); electrifying photography (Ward Russell); "special" make-up effects by Alec Gillis and Tom Woodruff, Jr.; and an effectively beefed-up symphonic score by Mark Snow. Others have said you dont have to be one of the 20 million viewers of the show to appreciate the film. Yes, Virginia, the film stands very well on its own merits. It helps to do your homework, but dont worry if you just barely crack the book. The film is extremely rewarding on a wide-screen basis. although some of the close-ups might jar you. The X-Files is funny and edgy and absorbing. There are many small touches that add to its enjoyment. One such scene has a drunken Mulder looking for bladder relief at a DC bar. With the mens room in disrepair, he retreats to an alley out back and lightens himself below a poster for Independence Day. Nothing like taking on the big flick of two summers ago. Yes, its another alien film, but, unless youre cinematographically savvy, you wont laugh at the self-effacing humor in realizing Fox also released ID4.
The X-Files begins with a sequence reminiscent of the opening of the snow-covered desolation of Fargo or, better still, Smillas Sense of Snow, with a subterranean prehistoric glance 37,000 years ago at a close encounter of a deadly kind in what is now North Texas. Initial score: Caveman 1, Alien 0. Ah, but the secret war is not over as the action shoots forward to the present when Stevie (Lucas Black, the young friend of Billy Bob Thorntons Karl Childers in Sling Blade) stumbles onto something unearthly and mysterious, finding "black oil" (a lethal-creepy dark blood, for the five of you who dont watch the show) in Blackwood County. The story quickly thrusts Scully, Mulder, and members of The Syndicate (described in Foxs PR material as "a powerful global cabal of government insiders and businessmen") into an ever-maddening plot that hops between Texas, Washington, London, and Antarctica in their efforts to uncover or cover up the "truth," depending on which side of the conspiratorial fence you sit.
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