I don't think I've ever seen an episode of "The X-Files" that I didn't like. Some are better than others, admittedly. The goofy, non-mythology episodes like tonight's "The Lost Art of Forehead Sweat" I just love.
Reggie was a lot of fun, and I enjoyed watching him and Sculls- er, Scully firmly rejecting Mulder's "parallel universes" theory. It wasdisconcerting nice to finally put a face to the "They" to whom conspiracy theorists always refer. Who knew that he was a doctor? Or, wait, maybe we did know, all along, until our memories were changed... The references to "fake news" and a wall around our region of space and Trump ("Nobody knows for sure") were funny and disturbing at the same time. A post-conspiracy, post-coverup age? Maybe we're not quite there yet, but...
Where the hell are they taking Reggie?
Reggie was a lot of fun, and I enjoyed watching him and Sculls- er, Scully firmly rejecting Mulder's "parallel universes" theory. It was
Where the hell are they taking Reggie?
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