by Watchtower (Denis) on Mon Aug 04, 2008 11:34 pm
"X-Files: I Want To Believe" Review
Please note: I am not, nor ever was a truly big X-Files fans and as such, the views and opinions given herein are one of a frequent movie viewer with only a passable knowledge of the show. Perhaps fans of the series will find something I did not within the film itself to bolster their response to the movie. Perhaps it's meant to be a tip of the hat to longtime fans by creator Chris Carter, similar to how Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back was a "thank-you" to Kevin Smith's followers, but this seems doubtful...
Also note: The review herein does not represent the views and opinions of Matthew or the other Satellite Feed crew. I saw this movie on my own. these are just my thoughts. Away we go...
It's been six years since The X-Files went off the air, and a lot has changed in the world of the truth being out there. Today, The X-Files: I Want To Believe -- the new movie that reunites Fox Mulder and Dana Scully with their legions of impressionable fans -- is out there with it.
For starters, neither of them is in the FBI any more. Mulder (David Duchovny) is a bearded loner living in the woods following charges brought against him by the bureau (it appears he was investigating paranormal phenomena or something all those years.) Scully (Gillian Anderson) has returned to her field of medicine as a cynical and morose physician at Our Lady of Sorrows, perhaps the worst name for a hospital in the history of health care.
However, it does help give I Want To Believe its dolorous air: this is a melancholy film in which lack of faith in God competes with women being abducted and severed limbs being found in the snow to see which can create a more meaningless universe. Scully was never exactly barrel of laughs to begin with, but by the end of the movie you begin to fear for her mental health.
The adventures start with the kidnapping of a woman from a snowy farm, a crime that is brought to the FBI's attention by Father Joe (Billy Connelly) an apparent psychic and also a former priest who is a convicted pedophile, having sodomized 37 altar boys. Father Joe is what we call an ambiguous hero.
The appearance of a psychic pedophile priest prompts the bureau to call Mulder back from retirement, and soon he's happily in harness, following Father Joe's instincts to various other snow-covered fields -- why was this movie released in July? -- while FBI agent Whitney (Amanda Peet) gives Mulder the once-over, FBI agent Drummy (rapper Alvin 'Xzibit' Joiner) sneers cynically at the very idea, and Scully mopes and weeps and urges her former partner to give up. "I can't look into the darkness any more with you, Mulder," she says, speaking for millions.
This part of the story is reminiscent of Silence of the Lambs, with Father Joe representing a slightly more benign Hannibal Lecter, one seeking his peace with God. There's more religious crisis in a subplot involving one of Scully's patients, a young boy with an incurable disease that may be treatable with stem cell research, although another priest, the head of Our Lady of Sorrows, is ready to give up on him.
The clergy doesn't fare too well in this film, overall. The FBI doesn't come across great either. And don't even ask about the world leadership: The sole joke involves Mulder and Scully returning to the bureau to find photos of George W. Bush and J. Edgar Hoover on the wall. They exchange a glance. Time to be morose again.
The surprises include the developing relationship between Mulder and Scully, which may be of interest to fans of the TV show who have been wondering about the future of that sexual tension. (Hint: they still call each other Mulder and Scully) It's certainly more believable than the story of the abductions, which becomes a medical horror show that is not just absurd but also familiar. Not to give anything away, but -- spoiler alert! -- it's as if Dr. Frankenstein sent Igor out for the brains of the audience.
The plea in the movie's subtitle is well placed: it has the air of a "special episode" of an old TV program that has outlived its intrigue. Directed by creator Chris Carter, it has much of the slick tensions of the original, but its hermetic investigations of the unexplained feel old-fashioned and absurd now, its battle between pragmatism and faith an artificial war. There's little at stake here, aside from everyone's reputation. It's time to close up the X-Files. The truth, if it's out there, may not be worth knowing.
From my black throne I will lash together a machine of bone & blood, fueled by my hatred for you this fear machine will bore a hole between this world and that one.