The X-Files - Série 11

For so long, I believed. Several times I have read the opinion that the whiniest fandom is Star Wars. "True" lovers of the original trilogy consider the prequels too romantic, one sequel too similar, another too different – and this makes them somewhat laughable. I agree with that, with one exception. They only come in second in whining. The true crybabies are the orthodox fans of The X Files, who probably demanded the continuation just so they could constantly complain about it. Because no matter the episode, it deserves to be erased. One learns that funny episodes too often devalue the series' legacy, dark ones do not fit in the present, mythological storylines no longer interest anyone, memories of old plotlines bother new or forgetful viewers, modern elements seem ridiculous, and no matter what the original idea is, it always turns into any possible outcome. And unsurprisingly, Chris Carter himself caught the first wave of criticism. Sure, it was a decent challenge to introduce such a major twist right in the first episode, but to blame the show's creator for destroying it was a bit too much for my taste. This is his work and no matter what he does, it is just his development, not destruction. Not to mention that we already received blows to the head from him in the original series, when more than once he left me in shock or tears with his revelations. He's just playing with the audience until the end, like few creators do, and not everyone has the stomach for it. Of course, this does not change the fact that My Struggle is a fitting name for both (including the previous season) of these episodes. Carter is struggling with the new mythology, every line or twist draws blood, and it shows how much he is now working hard on it. Maybe that's why I like him even more and I would easily include the finale of the whole series (?) among my favorite episodes ever. But other artists hit the nail on the head as well. The Lost Art of Forehead Sweat is a perfectly self-aware tribute in a mischievous spirit, which only the truly invested heart appreciates, Kitten reminds us of Skinner's focused gems Avatar and Zero Sum. Nothing Lasts Forever brings back memories of the ninth season, specifically the moment when the last episodic storyline (in the case of Sunshine Days) focused on an individual who constantly watches TV and adjusts his surrounding world according to it – and despite the bloody harshness (which, in fact, is the aspect that I like the least about the show), it earns points in a big way thanks to its sufficient care for the main characters. And finally, the almost detached appetizer with the blatantly trolling title Rm9sbG93ZXJz, which best demonstrates the shift that the series has undergone over the past quarter of a century. In the beginning, even the then-current case of troublesome technologies in Ghost in the Machine seemed funny, while now this dialogue-driven thriller is not lacking in frostiness, relevance, black humor, or irony – and by the way, it easily competes with the famous Black Mirror. Surprisingly often and surprisingly strongly, however, I feel nostalgia from the season as a whole. All those who could write individual contributions this year are calmer, more thoughtful, they know more compared to the tenth season, they know what they can afford because this time the break was only two years, not more than a decade. But above all, there is a sense of acceptance of the end coming from everyone. They were given a chance that many TV shows do not get – to end it once again, to fix what they felt was unfinished in the original ending. And I can feel all the emotions that they could experience while writing, not just in the last ten minutes, which, in the spirit of a giant ancient tragedy, bring storylines that have been hanging in the wind for twenty years to a close. (18/04/2018) (less) (more)