I can't watch shows back-to-back like that like he does. My attention span isn't long enough. When we watched Firefly together (my first time, his second), he wanted to watch 'em all at once, and I was all "NOOOOOOOO!! There are only THIRTEEN!! We must SAVOR them!" Can't do it. Don't know why. Just can't. Maybe it's because I'm easily distracted and more likely to impulsively pick up a book or surf to a website, rather than pick out DVDs and load them up. That seems like such a time commitment.
So anyway, James has decided he needs to watch all too many seasons of The X-Files. The pilot is on right now, and it looks so dingy and no-budget, and Gillian Anderson's acting is bad, just kind of blankly staring into the screen while she recites her lines, and David Duchovny is, well ...David Duchovny. One of my undergrad professors went to grad school with him (an English Ph.D. program, and you can insert your own joke here), and Duchovny dropped out to go be an actor, and they all laughed at him because they'd seen him in a school play and he sucked, and the prof's story ended "and when you see him on the X-Files, he's not acting, he's just playing himself!" Said prof started the discussion with "I've seen David Duchovny naked" (hitting the showers after playing basketball).
Wow, even in the beginning they were determined to show Gillian in her underwear. This reminds me of the time in mid-to-later years (while was still in college, so probably '98-'99) when an entire episode was just a ruse to show Gillian in her underwear, and ariedana and scarcrest probably remember this, I got so pissed that my signoff of "If I had a dick, Chris Carter could suck it" ended up going out over the Knights discussion list at least a dozen times while people argued.
...Oh shit. That wonderful sexual tension. It's hooking me in again. Nooooooo!!! I know better than this!!!
Watching this is such an INSANE blast from the past. I was never the hugest X-Files fan, but I followed it on and off for many years, in many different contexts. From watching it by myself on Friday nights at home in high school, to making a weekly event of it in the dorm, to catching it in passing at the Party House and thinking how far it (and I) had fallen. Usually, when I think about the X-Files, I think about how no show has ever jumped the shark so dramatically -- from so good to so ravingly, maddeningly bad. But tonight it's just kind of looking back at all those different times, those different places, those different people, those different mes. Wow. These days it seems like everything is leading me around in ways that let me see, for what feels like the first time, how things really do change.
For my money, I still have trouble picking a better villain than the Cigarette-Smoking Man.
ETA: You know, Mulder only works because David Duchovny plays him. Because you know that in every other possible world, Mulder is really, really smelly. And not in a good way.