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I couldn't find a thread specifically about he X-Files. There is one about the return of the X-Files, this this will be dedicated to the original series.
I've been running through the mythology episodes and just finished S7E11 "Closure". Wow, I don't remember this one from when I was a kid, but it definitely ranks right there with the best tv productions I've ever witnessed in my life. There is a haunting beauty in this story of grief and healing. The beginning and ending have a reverence of loss and a rebirth of life through hope. I've always loved how The X-Files presentes faith, science, myth, legend and the fantastical as intersected pieces of a whole. Duchovany is spectacular at the closing and channels a release and peace that those who experience grief will find healing. 10/10
Apparently the final scenes were supposed to have Mulder break down into tears after the reveal, but Duchovany asked them to allow him to take it in the direction that we see. To say he nailed it would be an understatement.
Some gems from the episode:
Mulder: They said the birds refused to sing. And the thermometer fell suddenly. As if God himself had His breath stolen away. No one there dared speak aloud. As much in shame as in sorrow. They uncovered the bodies one by one. The eyes of the dead were closed, as if waiting for permission to open them. Were they still dreaming of ice cream and monkey bars? Of birthday cake and no future but the afternoon? Or had their innocence been taken along with their lives? Buried in the cold earth so long ago. These fates seemed too cruel even for God to allow. Or are the tragic young born again when the world’s not looking? I want to believe so badly in a truth beyond our own. Hidden and obscured from all but the most sensitive eyes. In the endless procession of souls. In what can not and will not be destroyed. I want to believe we are unaware of God’s eternal recompense and sadness. That we cannot see its truth. That that which is born still lives and can not be buried in the cold earth. But only waits to be born again at God’s behest. Where in ancient starlight we lay… in repose.
Mulder: You know I never stopped to think. The light is billions of years old by the time we see it. The beginning of time, right past us into the future. Nothing is ancient in the universe. Maybe they are souls, Scully. Travelling through time and star light. Looking for homes. I wonder what my mother saw. I wonder what she was trying to tell me.