The X-Files: I Want to Believe
Perhaps they should have called it X and the City. Given the phenomenal, $150 million haul of Sex and the City, the makers of The X-Files: I Want to Believe doubtless hope that their big-screen adaptation of a wildly popular and long-canceled TV series will meet with a similar fate. I’m just not seeing it, but that’s not to say that this film doesn’t deserve to have things mostly go its way. Although much of the viewing experience has already faded from my mind (hardly a ringing endorsement, I’ll grant), what remains is how the film manages to resurrect the eerie aura that marinated the series during its nine-year run. Despite creator Chris Carter’s claims that the movie functions as a stand-alone feature and no knowledge of the program is required, that’s far from the truth. Former FBI agents Fox Mulder (David Duchovny) and Dana Scully (Gillian Anderson), now going through life as, respectively, a bearded recluse and a skilled physician, occasionally mention that they’re still haunted by memories of Mulder’s deceased sister and Scully’s deceased child, but as I couldn’t recall any details as to how the series wrapped up those plotlines, virginal viewers will have even less o f a clue what the hell these people are yammering about. Where the film works is in establishing and sustaining the proper mood. In this typical summer of blockbuster bombast, Carter has dared to remain true to the series’ low-key approach, accentuating shadowy menaces and maintaining the proper friction between Mulder’s desire to believe in the supernatural and Scully’s need to remain skeptical and grounded in the real world. Carter has taken great pains to insure that plot details remain a secret, so let’s just say that it’s great to see these two characters (and actors) together again. And be sure to stick through the closing credits.
