The season finale, written and directed by series creator Chris Carter, is charged with implicative catharsis.
The episode is tone deaf in a memorable what-the-hell-were-they-thinking sort of way.
“Home Again” pivots on two narratives, one of which is promising and occasionally quite chilling.
Duchovny has some wonderful moments in the prior episodes of the season, but this is the first time this season that he’s really come to play.
Mulder and Scully’s disregard for protocol is one of the more interesting, partially inadvertent frictions of bringing The X-Files into the present.
The episode’s most obvious sign of desperation is its reliance on slide shows to orient viewers.
From their first scene together here, Mulder and Scully exude the rapport of old friends, as if, despite their time apart, nothing has changed between them.
“The Perfect Batch: Breaking Bad Cast Favorites” is part of FSLC and AMC’s week-long celebration of the series.
On The X-Files, the cutting yin to Rob Bowman’s sweeping yang.
If you eliminate almost all of the sci-fi elements, you’re left with The X-Files: I Want to Believe.
Farscape without the Dominar would be like The Empire Strikes Back without Yoda.
Some may complain that his work is too esoteric, but it’s unsettling, because it it’s more familiar than we’d like to admit.
Fox Mulder’s last crusade.
If anyone can explain why Mulder is eating Scully’s hand in “Redux II,” please e-mail this freaked out X-Phile at the address below.
A 15-episode appetizer for those wary of the 202-episode main course.