First up, in science fiction issues of national security, ISIS might take Tatooine. Er, I mean Tataouine. It’s the place in Tunisia that George Lucas got the name for the desert planet back when he was scouting North Africa for shooting locations. The city is sitting right on the border and has apparently become something of a stopping point for terrorists crossing the border. They didn’t actually shoot any footage there, but it’s got the name and it’s sandy, which is close enough for nerd rage. First they take the name of Archer’s agency, and now they infiltrate Luke Skywalker’s home?
Remember, neckbeards march single file to conceal their numbers.
Next up, we’re getting six new episodes of The X-Files, officially confirmed and everything now. This has led to me being very excited. Then Chris Carter started talking about how the last few seasons were good and I got very very scared:
“When you set out to do a show, you don’t imagine it’s going to go nine years. And all of a sudden, you have to start looking at it in new ways. The mythology was complex, and I think complexity equals, in people’s minds, confusing. I don’t accept, necessarily, this idea that it folded in on itself. I think if you go back and watch it from beginning to end — I’ve actually talked to people who have done that recently, and they say, ‘It all holds up. It works together.’ Whether you like where it went after season 5, you can cavil with me there. But I think all of the choices were still lovingly made, and I would back every one of them.”
I want to be gentle here, I really do. The X-Files was absolutely formative to me, and I also get that in order to produce art you have to be able to firmly believe that the art you are producing is as fantastic as it gets, worth millions of people paying to see. But what holds that complete arrogance in tension is a neurosis that can find every single flaw in what you do, magnify it, hold it up to the light, and revel in the pain of it. That’s how you make your art worth seeing. So seeing Carter specifically go to defending those last few seasons … it concerns me that he doesn’t see the flaws and that they will be even more pronounced in the revival.
Finally, we’ve got a short science fiction film, fully embedded and everything so that you can maximize the time that you’re not actually working today. It’s called Sundays, presumably as an homage to Morrissey’s best song. Plot summary:
The end of the world seems like a nightmare to Ben. A memory of a past life that doesn’t belong to him. When Ben starts to remember Isabelle, the only love he’s ever known, he realises she’s missing in his life. An existential descent into confusion and the desperate need to find out the truth begins. This reality depicts a stunning, surprising and dark world. A world that is clearly not his.
And here’s the full 15 minute film:
Steven Lloyd Wilson is a hopeless romantic and the last scion of Norse warriors and the forbidden elder gods. His novel, ramblings, and assorted fictions coalesce at www.burningviolin.com. You can email him here.