xfiles

Tonight I saw The X-Files: I Want To Believe. I’m not going to spoil it. I am going to see it again next week with a friend whose friendship was, in the early days, built on the show and will probably have more to say after that. I liked it. I really did. It wasn’t spectacular like The Dark Knight, but it was quiet and atmospheric and even a wee bit thought-provoking. Gillian Anderson writ large is still breathtaking (though I often temporarily fixate on the cuteness that is her uneven blinking) and as in most of my favorite episodes of the show, she is the frosting keeping the gingerbread house upright. I might also add that in my world–the one where the show ended with “Je Souhaite”–this movie drops in quite nicely.

I’ve learned over the years that having low expectations of Chris Carter is best. I think I had pretty high expectations of the flick despite my best intentions. Not bad, CC. Not too bad.

Gillian Anderson is just adorkable. I sometimes forget this, but with all the press around the new X-Files movie, she’s everywhere. I’m enough of a dork that her televised appearances are on my Google calendar. Really.

Last night she was on Leno. I was not home, and I didn’t TiVo. Nevermind that, though, because that’s why we have YouTube. I do love that I watch her live like this and I’m always on the verge of fear of what’s going to pop out of her mouth. She skirts a bit toward the British accent in there, which I also think is adorable…but I have so much adoration for her anyhow, that I’m a terrible barometer.

Read this article from Salon which does a pretty good job of explaining my love of Scully (and by extension, Gillian herself). Though I’d take Scully over Gillian if I got to choose. But if I didn’t get to choose, I’d take either. I’m not stupid.

Even though Sarah gave me a partially used container of sugar and a bike frame (which I forgot to take) instead of the X-Files prop she has, I have to wave to her here. I was glad to get your (by proxy) text from Barstow. Drive safely and I hope the cats can poop in the box while the car is moving. We miss you already! Git yerserlf a job now!

Firstly, if you lag even more than me, you must stop what you are doing and you must go see The Dark Knight. It was awesome. Spectacular. Having just watched Heath Ledger chew the screen, spit it out, and make me beg for more, I implore you to put yourself through the experience as well. Goddamn that was good stuff.

In other news:

• Fuck bike theives!
• Joss Whedon is brilliant! And no, that’s not a link to Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog.
• Then there’s my Friday night which I’m so looking forward to.

This photo deserves an entry to itself. From WonderCon:

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I’m so excited it’s wrong. My friend Jess is coming down from the Seattle area so we can go to the opening night showing together. After we have an all-day marathon of our favorite episodes and Fight the Future. If Bryan is going to leave me, July 25 might be the date. ;)

He does. Pees on command too. He’s been quite sweet, laying on the floor next to me while I cough on the couch.

Here’s what I’ve gleaned from the couch today:

• Ron Moore can write things other than great Battlestar: Galactica scripts. Read some smart, insightful stuff about the strike.
• What isn’t as smart or insightful? Our president’s art interpretation. Apparently Bush’s favorite painting doesn’t quite depict what he thought.
• I’m going to a swanky dinner at Masa’s for my birthday. Here’s what those Michelin stars really mean in a restaurant review.
• Watching old episodes of The X-Files both makes me happy that I have the DVDs and sad when I see season 9 on tv and realize how bad it got in the end. Thank god I was in Japan and didn’t get to watch the debacle live every week.