Truly, I really wanted more for David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson.
Both are wonderful actors that, at times, seemed overwhelmed by their legendary cult status as the faces of Mulder and Scully, FBI agents who fight supernatural and alien forces.
I wanted them to ascend beyond their typecasting (which they’ve tried wriggling out of to small degrees of success, though I really didn’t expect to see that much of Duchovny in Californiacation).
But I’m not against them returning as Mulder and Scully, as long as, by golly, they do it with a bang, so as to prove to the whole wide world and those who are not X-Files fans, that they’re more than capable actors.
Sadly, that’s not to be. Eventhough I really enjoyed Duchovny and Anderson’s return to form (how can we not go awww, when we realise how their relationship has deepened over the days when they were in the bureau?)
But the story? It’s got to be the lamest, weakest excuse of a story for a cinema movie ever. Spoilers ahead!