When we last left Mulder and Scully, we had more questions, less answers, and a vague sense of confusion over the fact that after all these years, that’s what Chris Carter had left in the tank.
X-Files was the first television show that was mine. It started when I was a freshman in high school, and the only reason I even saw it was because it came on after the show I actually convinced my parents to let me watch: The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. I’d watched television plenty as was mandatory for American children who have electricity. Even shows I loved. I had watched an incredible amount of Star Trek by 1993, at the very least. But X-Files was the first I watched that my parents not only didn’t watch, but didn’t understand the appeal of in the least. They were leery of letting me watch it at all, conservative leanings suspicious of the cultish show about the paranormal. But my dad stayed up once to see if the show was acceptable, and it happened to be that staggering episode Beyond the Sea, about quiet faith, and fathers and children. As the show ended, as Scully wistfully said “because I already knew what he’d say”, we sat in silence, he said “wow”, and never was a question raised again about watching X-Files.
I’m really glad the episode wasn’t Home.
So late last night - suspiciously late if one were of the conspiratorial mindset - it was announced that Mulder and Scully are getting another limited run mini-series. Fox has confirmed that there will be a season 11, this time with the episode order bumped up to ten. No word yet on, well, anything: supporting actors, writers, plot lines, etc. are as yet undiscussed. All we really know is that it will air either late 2017 or early 2018, and both Duchovny and Anderson are returning.
Also no word on why the announcement seems to have been made in the middle of the night for the United States. But there are theories.
I want to believe this season will be better.