The X-Files are back for a highly anticipated 6-episode mini-series, set 14 years after the X-Files closes, featuring our favorite alien hunters and conspiracy theorists. So far, we know the TRUTH is out there, we STILL want to believe, and MSR (Mulder Scully Romance) continues to hurt so good.
Spoilers ahead, sweetie…
This episode begins with a problematic scene that is stereotypical and overused, to say the least. Cringing that one of my favorite shows would use Muslims as a trope to start the conversation on terrorist violence, I powered through this episode that had, on the other hand, an interesting conglomeration of the old and new and of belief and skepticism that I have come to associate with TXF. I just wish that, for once, we could get the “normal” muslim boys praying, hanging out and spending time in an obviously biased state, who just enjoy life and work to make their space a better place. Instead, we get them blowing themselves up for religion and an entire episode built around that terrorism. It was a disappointing start to an otherwise okay episode.
The premise of “Babylon” puts the Muslim religion in the slot of MOTW for this mediocre and confusing episode. After the bombing in Texas (by Muslim extremists), two young FBI agents named Miller and Einstein visit Mulder and Scully to discuss the case, which becomes X-File adjacent when the newbs tell our faves that one of the bombers is in a coma and they want to try and communicate with him via dream walking or something to that effect. It a surprising turn of events, Mulder is skeptical and Scully is down to try, which, of course, they don’t tell each other. Mulder connects with the young redhead, Einstein, and Scully contacts (Robbie Amell’s) Miller, and the two teams are working together, but seperate, which seems to be a theme in this episode, and not in a good way. Scully’s mother just passed away, and she wishes she could speak to her once again, and so she decides to use science to get in touch with the comatose man, while Scully uses–magic mushrooms.
Which leads us to, honestly, the best and worst scene in this episode.
Not sure why Mulder envisions himself line dancing in a Texas honky tonk, but who am I to question brilliant storytelling? We even get to see the Lone Gunmen, which is all I ever wanted from the reboot since day one. Still, Mulder has some sort of mystical vision that includes the bomber’s mother, and so when she goes to visit him on Mulder’s watch (because he’s out of the hospital and off the drugs), he is reminded of said vision and they, somehow, find the other bombers and their guns and elude a second worse bombing…or something.
I hated this episode. From the cliched portrayal of young Muslim men in America, to the strange dynamic between Mulder, Scully, Miller and Einstein, to the condescending way Mulder talked about recreational drug use and –ugh. All of it was bad. No, wait, I lie. Robbie Amell was amazing. I would watch an X-Files spinoff with him, which, we aren’t going to see because, according to EW, we are getting an X-Files origins spinoff about Scully and Mulder’s teen years. I am not sure how I feel about this but I’m sure I’ll give it a chance when it premieres in January 2017.
Trusting No One
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