Went to see The X-Files: I Want to Believe

Went to see The X-Files: I Want to Believe (Chris Carter, 2008). Written by Chris Carter & Frank Spotnitz, just like the movie The X-Files (Rob Bowman, 1998). I was a huge fan of the TV series. I thought the Bowman movie was acceptable. But this? How could you? What a disaster. What a dreadful appalling abominable failure, an utter failure in every possible respect! Bad story, badly filmed, boring. Talk about stretching your willing suspension of disbelief, there's nothing even remotely believable, and I'm not talking about monsters or aliens. This movie clearly stems from the notion that every viewer is a brainless moron. It's insulting to the FBI, to the medical profession, to gays, to moviegoers worldwide, etc.

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Scully is suddenly a brain surgeon, and guess how she prepares for an operation: she googles it! A pedophiliac priest molests a choir boy, the choir boy becomes a homosexual (of course, everybody knows that pedophiles and homosexuals are the same thing, right?), and then falls in love with a guy and, get this, marries him in Massachusetts, so that they can become married twisted mass-murderers (of course, everybody knows that murderers and homosexuals are the same thing, right?). Even the love story between Scully and Mulder is boring and utterly unconvincing. What has happened to genius Chris Carter? Has he been abducted by aliens and replaced by some evil untalented pod? Did David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson need money that desperately? And I don't even want to talk about the pseudo theological bits, ugh. Give me The House of Mirth (Terence Davies, 2000) and Californication any day. I am angry.