The X-Files is back. I have all the feels.
I was playing it cool for the past year or so, ever since the announcement came. It was no big deal. I was totally over my teenage obsession, there was no need to re-watch all 202 episodes of the series in preparation for that. I was so over it. I was totally not the world’s biggest X-Files fan anymore.
Well, what can I say, dear diary. Yesterday at 20:59 I turned on the TV and my heart exploded in a million pieces of fangirl love. I had tears in my eyes when the voice of Mulder told the prologue. I heard four whistled notes and I was thirteen again. The X-Files was back.
I had all the feels, I had all the expectations. And I was sorely underwhelmed. I read that it gets better though, so I will hold onto that glimmer of hope for next week.
Until then, dear diary, here’s a short reaction piece on Episode 203: My Struggle.
CGI (and budget) has come a long way since the 90s…
What’s up with Scully’s hair? This is all wrong.
Wait. That’s the same old.
OMG it’s a conspiracy!
Same old, same old.
Deja vu, anyone?
Welcome to 2016. We have drones and smartphones! Oh wait, maybe I can google it! (Skinner way way ahead on that front in 2008.)
More same old.
Epic sigh. Really, do we have to do this all over again?
AND ESPECIALLY THAT BASTARD!!!
Thanks for listening, dear diary. Until next week.