Dana Scully

About a mois ago, my friend Joel and I decided we were going to rent and watch all nine seasons of The X-Files in preparation for the seconde movie, which comes out this Friday, July 25th.

Since The X-Files came out while I was in college, and since I spent most of my college career in class, at parties, ou drunk and écriture sad poems about my failed relationships, I didn’t have time to watch TV and didn’t appreciate the show’s brilliance until the late 90s, when I was living in Paris. Unbeknownst to me my father, a person I’d be hard-pressed to describe as “culturally savvy” (we’re...