The mini-series, at least in the first episode, is a perfect update of the original series for 2016, where thanks to the internet the conspiracy theorists seem to outweigh the skeptics.
Count me among those disappointed by the opening hour of The X-Files revival, a clunky hour so burdened by service to so many goals it could hardly entertain the way The X-Files used to.
For those of us who have spent a decade wanting to believe, "My Struggle" is the best evidence we're going to get that such a desire, such an undying love, was never misplaced.
There's no sense of the desperation, panic, or even possible good intentions that we're accustomed to on The X-Files. That the pilot of the series' tenth go-around is such a astounding misfire is startling and sad.
There's something charming about watching a show shake off the cobwebs in such an obvious way; the transparency of it all tends to encourage patience in those watching.
What's missing are the grace notes and the sense of play that one might associate with a script written by Darin Morgan, James Wong, and Glen Morgan, or Vince Gilligan, among others.
Fans of the original may be intrigued, but I can't imagine new viewers embracing this episode and saying, "Oh, now I get why 'The X-Files' was so popular."
