Monday, December 31, 2018

Titans: Season 1 (Review)

Titans (Season 1) (2018)
After watching the premiere episode of Titans, I was pleasantly surprised. As the flagship series of DC Comics's new streaming platform, DC Universe, Titans establishes a compelling story with a strong redemptive theme at its core, a story that isn't afraid to bend and even break established tropes of superhero lore. Even if DC Universe had failed (and it most certainly has not), the first season of Titans would still stand as a wildly imaginative experiment in reinventing a popular cartoon for an older audience. The show's themes are mature, the violence is sometimes alarmingly brutal, and the language can be unexpectedly crass. But unlike most shows that try for the edgier approach, Titans does not seem to make these drastic tonal changes for the sake of shock value alone, but intentionally employs these devices to deepen character development and further the show's themes.

What stood out to me in the first episode was the good casting and quality of the acting, in particular the performances of Teagan Croft and Anna Diop as tormented teen Rachel Roth and deadly amnesiac Kory Anders, respectively. Rather than perpetuate the punky stereotype that Rachel's character sort of embodies, or exploit Kory's character as ditzy eye-candy, both women imbue their characters with a gravitas that makes us take them seriously. Positioning Rachel as the driving force of the narrative is a brilliant strategy by the show's writers. The mystery of her backstory lies at the very heart of things, and watching Kory uncover her own past as it connects to Rachel's provides some of the most interesting and shocking plot developments throughout the season. The two of them are easily the most mature characters on the show, and provide perfect counterbalances to Ryan Potter's self-conscious Garfield Logan and Brenton Thwaites's standoffish Dick Grayson.

It would've been too easy to make the show a "grown up" version of the Teen Titans cartoon. Instead, the writer's give these characters scars and depth. Everyone is recovering from something, and that something usually has to do with some kind of familial dysfunction. In the premiere episode, Rachel learns that her mother isn't really her mother, mere moments before that woman is killed and Rachel is forced to flee from a mysterious organization. Garfield is a social outcast living with a bizarro family. Kory has no idea who she is or where she's from, and Dick Grayson has recently left his surrogate father, Bruce Wayne. The four main cast members are all orphans in their own way, outcasts and social freaks. They find ways to connect with each other through their own pain, and the way the characters balance the spectrum provides the show with a surprisingly strong emotional core.

All of them bring a particular trauma to the table, and the way each character confronts their own unresolved emotions supplies them with a strong narrative arc that ensures no character in the ensemble feels wasted or underutilized. Dick becomes the surrogate father to the fatherless Rachel because he sees himself in her. Rachel accepts him in this role because she is haunted by the revelation that her true parents are a mystery to her. Kory becomes a kind of surrogate mother because Rachel provides the only clue to her own hidden past, and acts as a true emotional and sexual connection for Dick, who himself is closed off to the world after spending years living in the shadow of his own mentor and father figure. Gar completes the picture of this dysfunctional little family by providing Rachel with a trusting relationship akin to that of a close friend or sibling, and Dick and Kory accept him and his unique abilities despite his own reservations about himself. Titans is a fascinating study in family dynamics that, on paper, probably shouldn't work. I myself had written the show off as a cheap train wreck after that first trailer. But with the right actors and intelligent writing, the characters spark and the emotional tension is always fluctuating, making each episode an electrifying hour of viewing.

What the writers realized is that the show works best when it deals with family. That is really at the heart of what Titans is about. Rachel's journey to discover her true parents, Dick's attempt to get out from under the long shadow cast by his surrogate father, while simultaneously becoming a surrogate father to Rachel himself, are the two most prominent storylines here. The show seems bent on demolishing sentimental notions of what families should look like, even going so far as to position this demented nuclear family—the "perfect" or "ideal" family, consisting of a father, mother, son, and daughter—as formidable villains hunting down Rachel early in the season. It's not that the show rejects the notion of family altogether, but dares to poke holes in the more sentimental ideas that say family should be singularly about mild-mannered conformity and happy bliss.

Yet for all the solid writing for the ensemble cast, perhaps the most compelling characters only appear in two episodes throughout the entire season, showing up in an early episode and then a later one. Hank Hall (Alan Ritchson) and Dawn Granger (Minka Kelly) are vigilante lovers known as Hawk and Dove. They've spent years in the crime-fighting business and have very little to show for it other than some broken bones. Hank is an old bruiser type, a hulk of a man who favors the direct approach, and it's clearly cost him. His body's covered in scars, and the toll the beatings have taken on him is beginning to bleed over into his relationship with Dawn. She spends more and more time having to nurse him back to health after every encounter; he's beginning to feel like more of a burden than a boyfriend.

Dawn, on the other hand, is a consummate caregiver and partner. She's patient with Hank, encouraging, and above all, she's understanding. Kelly imbues her with a with a surprising balance of gravitas and whimsy, making her an immensely likable and sympathetic character. She's quieter and more reserved than her partner, but it's clear that she's the glue holding this relationship together. Hank would be self-destructive without her, and she sees something in Hank that helps him rise above his more brutish nature. It's actually a very compelling relationship, thanks in no small part to the high caliber of acting from both Ritchson and Kelly. To put it simply, I was more invested in these two characters than the protagonists despite spending a far shorter amount of time with them. Ritchson and Kelly generate a surprising amount of pathos as this hard-knocks couple who seem to be the only thing in each other's lives that keeps the other going. Few shows invest in their side characters the way Titans pretty much dedicates the entirety of the two episodes in which they appear to Hank and Dawn. I honestly wouldn't mind seeing an entire season dedicated singularly to them, they're just that good together.

By the time the credits rolled on the final episode, I was somewhat shocked by how invested I felt in these characters. As all comic book stories and their adaptations go, the storyline sometimes goes in hokey and even outlandish directions. That's part of this storytelling landscape, something that must be accepted in order to get into what the story is actually doing. But intelligent, smartly-written characters keep the show grounded and resonate. It's worth pointing out that the show's most stable characters are the women. Rachel, Kory, and Dawn are all three well-written and formidable women, and the fact that critics have not latched onto these particular characters in the current cultural climate is a travesty in its own right. It's probably something to do with the fact that Titans is far less interested in using its characters as mouthpieces for any one political agenda, and much more interested in telling a darn good story with complex, intelligent characters.

The first season ends on a doozy of a cliffhanger, and I'm eagerly waiting to see how some of these plot threads wrap up in the next season. When I first signed up for DC Universe, I was a bit worried I was wasting my money. Having seen what the streaming service offers, I consider my investment well worth it. The show seems to have caught all the right attention, as a second season has been announced, along with a plethora of other shows for DC Universe, an indication that Titans may very well be one of the most compelling and well-made shows streaming on any service right now.

Saturday, October 27, 2018

Titans: "Titans" (Review)

Titans (2018)
So I fully embraced my millennial status the other week and decided to drop $7.99 per month on DC Universe, DC Entertainment's new video on demand service. My decision to do so was made primarily out of nostalgia, as the service offers on demand streaming of some of the cartoons of my childhood, like the groundbreaking Batman: The Animated Series, as well as Teen Titans, Batman Beyond, and Justice League. I knew that DC Universe was going to feature its own live action shows, à la Netflix, and the first of these shows, Titans, recently launched. I had an hour to kill the other day and decided to give the first episode (also titled 'Titans" because reasons) a shot.

I had no real expectations going into the episode. The most I'd heard about Titans was some bad press in the months leading up to its release, hearing most frequently that the previews just made the show seem "too dark." I don't understand this logic when it comes to comic books and their adaptations. Comics deal with some of the darkest content I've ever read. So those initial reactions to the trailers weren't enough to deter me from viewing. Having viewed the episode, though, I have to admit that the show is surprisingly dark. Perhaps it's because I grew up with the cartoon versions of these characters that I think this, but some of the content is quite adult in nature.

This isn't a criticism, to be sure. It could become one, depending on how much the show indulges in violence and sexual content. In the first episode, at least, the fine line between too much and thematically appropriate is walked admirably. There is blood spray when someone is punched or shot that isn't exactly common in most primetime television shows. In Titans, this isn't excessive, but it does serve as a reminder that heroes don't necessarily enjoy punching bad guys, because it requires them to get their hands dirty. It's one thing to watch a hero beat up the bad men, deliver a quip, and then fly away. It's a wholly other thing to watch the hero have to go home and clean the blood from his suit, and this is the course that Titans charts very early on.

Dick Grayson (Brenton Thwaites) was trained to be Robin by Batman. But, at some point in the past, Dick didn't like what he was becoming while in Batman's shadow, so he left his mentor behind to carve out a life of his own as a detective in Detroit. While in Detroit, he comes across a girl named Rachel Roth (Teagan Croft), who is on the run and has some kind of dark entity inhabiting her body. Rachel has seen Dick in her dreams, and when she recognizes him she becomes convinced that they were meant to find each other. On the other side of the world, in Austria, a woman named Kory Anders (Anna Diop) awakens in a crashed car with no memory of who she is. She's got the European mob on her tail, and as she begins piecing things back together, she learns that she, too, is hunting Rachel Roth, for reasons unknown.

Titans really is an ensemble show, with no one clear cut main character. Anyone familiar with the Teen Titans comics or cartoons understands that these three characters are central players on the titular superhero team. Dick is Robin, Rachel is the empath called Raven, and Kory Anders is actually the alien known as Starfire. A fourth character, Beast Boy (Ryan Potter), is only glimpsed in the episode's closing moments. One can reasonably assume that all these characters will eventually come together as a group to combat the mysterious villains of the series. But, for now, the characters are scattered across the world, and the story unfurls as a mystery that raises more questions than it supplies answers.

To be completely fair, the show's darker tone is actually appropriate, given the story that the writers have chosen to tackle. Rachel is clearly being set up as the driving narrative force. Everyone seems to want her for their own reasons. In a shocking moment early in the episode, Rachel learns that the woman she's always believed to be her mother actually isn't—a split second before that woman is killed in front of her. On the run, Rachel is confused, hurt, and alone. To go from this kind of darkness (a darkness which is present in the character even in the comics, mind you) to puns and quips would be tonally uneven. Instead, the writers choose to double down on the dark and mysterious, and the end result is a compelling hour of viewing, tinged with elements of horror, that manages to reinvent these characters in new and interesting ways, which is the secret ingredient to any adaptation.

The thing that surprised me most was the acting. It is simply top notch. These are younger actors and actresses carrying the narrative weight of a really mature show. Teagan Croft and Anna Diop deliver breakout performances as the desperate Rachel and stunning-but-deadly Kory, respectively. Brenton Thwaites turns Dick Grayson into a haunted, devastated figure trying to recover from the trauma of having lived in the shadow of the Bat. It's too early to tell where things are going to go from here. But for someone like me, who has been accustomed to these characters for years, the unpredictability is intriguing, wholly unexpected, and very much welcome.

I haven't dipped into their world since 2003's Teen Titans cartoon. Now, over a decade later, I find the characters all grown up and trying to deal with personal issues that someone should have flagged for them years ago. In a way, it's as if they have grown up alongside me, and now we're starting to reconnect, all older and probably a bit more jaded than we'd like to admit, trying to make sense of personal traumas and failed relationships, looking for ways forward that allow us to avoid punching as many people in the face as we did in the past.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Venom (Review)

Venom is a movie I enjoyed in spite of myself. I tend to be one of those strange individuals who has never found a way to "switch off" my brain, at least not in the same way most of my friends seem to. When I sit down with a book or to watch a movie, the synapses fire up and I tend to walk away having felt deeply about what I've just experienced, good or bad. I know what tends to make a "good" movie by critical standards. But there is also that peculiar storytelling beast that functions in the same way the old pulp stories used to, the kind of story that thumbs its nose to the highfalutin critical standards of the day all in the good name of fun. These types of stories a dime a dozen, to be sure, and most of them are just flat out bad and not worth your time. Yet, I walked away from Venom with the distinct feeling that this is a movie that channels the best of pulp fiction, a modern movie that tries not so much to break the mold as it does to conform to older, simpler styles of storytelling. To make very sure, I went back and saw it again. And to my surprise, I enjoyed the movie even more upon second viewing, when my expectations were a bit more mitigated.

Venom (2018)
I am not as in tune with Marvel Comics as I am with DC Comics. It's not that I'm a DC snob, I just grew up with DC's characters and know them a bit better. But I knew enough about Venom going into the film to have some background to the character. When the film begins, investigative journalist Eddie Brock (Tom Hardy) has carved out a pretty good life in San Francisco. He's a big hit at the workplace, and he's even engaged to attorney Anne Weying (Michelle Williams). But after he takes advantage of his fiancé by snooping through her legal documents to get an inside scoop for an upcoming interview with one Carlton Drake (Riz Ahmed), he ends up getting both himself and Anne fired from their respective jobs. Anne calls off the engagement, and Eddie begins a downward spiral, blaming Drake for ruining his life and career.

The thing is, Drake isn't squeaky clean, and it turns out Eddie's gut feelings about him were spot-on. When a scientist in Drake's employ, Dora Skirth (Jenny Slate), realizes that her boss is actually insane, she turns to Eddie to help her expose him. Reluctant at first, Eddie finally gives in and agrees to lend a hand. Skirth helps him infiltrate Drake's company, the ironically named Life Foundation, and explains that Drake, a Darwinist with a god complex, has been experimenting with human beings and gooey alien life forms known as symbiotes. Drake's plan is to find a way for humans and symbiotes to coexist inside one body, making it possible for humans to finally colonize space. This is all par for the course when it comes to pulpy comic book plots. There's a big corporation with a great public face, secretly doing dastardly things that only the protagonist can expose.

But it's during Eddie's infiltration of Drake's company that things take a turn for the bizarre, as Eddie is actually exposed to one of the alien symbiotes. The creature begins to bond with him, acting as a kind of second personality. At this point the movie takes a sharp turn from the thriller genre into something more akin to horror. Eddie must learn to cope with the creature that now shares his body, and this creature is anything but warm and friendly. The symbiote, which calls itself "Venom," begins manifesting as a voice in Eddie's head. It is a vicious predator with a strong bloodlust. And to make things worse, Drake learns of Eddie's infiltration and sends a team of operators to recover the symbiote.

The moment Drake's goons locate Eddie, things go absolutely bonkers as Venom really cuts loose. It turns out the symbiote is much more than a voice in Eddie's head, and in order to keep its host alive, Venom manifests itself around Eddie's body as this monstrous creature with a penchant for biting off heads and licking things with an absurdly long tongue. Gruesome as it sounds, the movie tends to handle these scenes tastefully, choosing to leave much of the violence to the imagination, a more effective visual storytelling tactic. From here, Eddie and Venom learn to live with one another while working to stop Drake.

The plot is pretty threadbare. Again, the old pulp magazines come to mind here, as do classic body horror films like John Carpenter's The Thing. Venom wears its inspirations on its sleeve, and doesn't make any excuses for it. There are very few twists and turns, with the movie preferring to tell its story in a straightforward manner. This is an intelligent decision, because it allows the star to be front and center. And the truth is, the movie's strongest asset is Tom Hardy, and the filmmakers know this because there's nary a moment when Hardy isn't onscreen. I've enjoyed watching Hardy's work for years now, and there's no denying that he is an extremely talented actor. He's not a dullard off-screen, either. Just watch a couple of interviews with him and you'll see that he's pretty well read and is actually a thoughtful individual. His role as both Eddie Brock and the voice of Venom is one where he really gets to break out and have some fun. Watching his quirkiness become mania as he slowly realizes he's not alone in his own skin is worth the price of admission or an evening rental alone.

Though the story is by the numbers, this isn't to say that Venom is not a thoughtful film. It might come across as a bit surprising, but the film does have more on its mind than aliens and mad scientists. Eddie is presented as a kind of antihero (again a staple of the old pulp stories), willing to do whatever is necessary to accomplish his goals. And he learns some hard lessons along the way, such as when Anne breaks up with him. At a later point in the film, she tells him that what happened didn't happen because of Carlton Drake, but because Eddie did something very wrong. It's an intelligent move by the writers, turning what could easily have been a kind of B-movie revenge tale into a more introspective character piece. This, of course, comes back up again, as Venom reveals he has access to Eddie's thoughts and feelings. Through a series of hilarious exchanges with his darker half, Eddie actually comes out of things a better person. He learns to take responsibility for himself, to stop blaming others for situations he put himself in, to say "I'm sorry," and to actually mean it. If this is what symbiotes do for us, then I can think of a handful of people I'd like to infect with one. But if I did that, I'd probably want to consider taking one for myself, too.

Venom is never going to go down in history as being one of the greatest films of all time. It's not fair to judge it on those terms either, when it very clearly is not concerned with trying to be the next Citizen Kane or Titanic. Instead, Venom is a smaller comic book movie that is content having its fun, and letting its leading man turn out a wacky dual performance. It's the movie equivalent of one of those little mints you pick up as you're leaving your favorite restaurant. Dissolving quick on the tongue, it's gone by the time you make it back to the car. You won't even remember it by the time you get home. But for the few moments it was there, it appealed to a variety of tastes and sensations, and you'll think of it again and likely crave it the next time you see an advertisement for the restaurant. I probably won't think much more about Venom in the coming months, but if there's a sequel, I'll likely be front and center just to see what kind of eccentric, oddball thing Tom Hardy is going to do next.

Sunday, October 21, 2018

The Ballad of Lefty Brown (Review)

The Ballad of Lefty Brown (2017)
The Ballad of Lefty Brown is one of the better films I've seen in recent memory. An unexpectedly moving and emotionally powerful movie, shot through with pathos and humor, Bill Pullman gives an extraordinary performance as the dimwitted titular protagonist, who is more resourceful than anyone gives him credit for. The traditional western would keep Lefty in the role of bumbling sidekick, while Peter Fonda's commanding presence as traditional cowboy figure and newly-elected senator Edward Johnson takes the lead. Suffice to say, Lefty ain't dripping in finesse. And that's okay with him, because he's simple and has a good friend in Edward, and that's all he really cares about in this life. But early in the film, Edward is murdered, prompting Lefty to take it upon himself to hunt down the killers and avenge his longtime friend. The only problem is that Lefty is seen as a bit of a nuisance and all-around miserable person by pretty much everyone. Even Johnson's widow, Laura (Kathy Baker), believes that Lefty only stuck by her husband's side to pick up the scraps that Edward dropped, a kind of muncher too lazy to carve out a life of his own. The truth is that Edward was the only person to have ever given Lefty a chance, someone who, despite Lefty's slow demeanor and somewhat cowardly ways, saw him not as a bottom-feeder, but as an honest man who didn't ask for much, and therefore a true friend.

Lefty is remarkably self-aware, and knows that he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. At one point, when resolving to avenge his friend, he says, "My word, it ain't worth much. But on this it is." And this pretty much becomes the film's thesis. Lefty is an underdog in the truest sense of the word. Everyone has counted him out before the story even begins. But through sheer willpower alone, Lefty rises above his baser nature to ensure that justice for Edward is carried out. It isn't pretty, and he makes just as many mistakes as he gets things right, but this is a film that reminds viewers that there is something to be said for bravery and tenacity and doggedness when the right thing is at stake. Where everyone else in the film falters, Lefty stays the course, because he believes in something that is good and right and true. I imagine that the friend spoken of in Proverbs 18:24, the one who sticks closer than a brother, probably looks a lot like Lefty Brown. This is a film about friendship and loss and the underdog. But more than anything, this is a film about the relentless pursuit of justice. It would be a mistake to characterize it as a revenge tale. Lefty doesn't go hunting the bad guys because they killed his best friend. He goes after them because what they did was wrong, plain and simple, and a good man was killed who didn't deserve it, and nobody else wants to see anything done about it.

The truth is that every one of us probably knows a Lefty Brown. That simple person who's a bit slower than we are, who, whether we want to admit it or not, is good to have around if only to give us the boost of ego we need in the moments we're lacking self-confidence. Any guy who managed to survive high school has learned the locker room lesson that there's always going to be somebody bigger. So some of the more average guys decide to pick on the smaller guy to pack on that extra inch of confidence—it is my firm conviction that these are the guys who become the assholes of the world. Lefty is clearly the smaller guy in this scenario, and this is how everyone seems to think of him. The guy who is easy to make the butt of many a joke because he seems just a little too dumb to realize when he's being made fun of. But Lefty isn't to be underestimated; on the contrary, it isn't that he doesn't know when he's being made fun of, it's actually that he's just a little too kind-hearted to try and think up a comeback. The reason he keeps silent is probably because he's wondering why someone doesn't have anything better to do than take jabs at him. And though those locker room experiences follow us well beyond high school, at some point the normal person drops the jokes because—surprise, surprise—no one really cares, and because you know that if you keep picking on the smaller guy, one day the smaller guy's liable to snap and beat you. The Ballad of Lefty Brown is what happens when the smaller guy snaps. Again, it isn't pretty. But it's cathartic. And it's glorious.

At film's end, the villain ultimately responsible for Edward's death, James Bierce (a devilishly good heel-turn by none other than Jim Caviezel), is still bragging, even while the noose is being slipped around his neck. "Years from now," he says, "there'll be statues of me everywhere in Montana. It's not easy, but I did my job. Years from now, they'll be thanking me for it." The less eloquent Lefty thinks for a second, then responds plainly, "Think so? I reckon all these folks'll remember's seeing you hang."

There was a point or two in the film I was pretty close to tears, if only because I can think back to the Lefty Browns I've encountered in my own life. The people who were probably never as dumb as I wrote them off to be, who were genuine and honest people, whose ambitions were never to move and shake—clichéd and overrated motivations, anyway—but simply to help others and to be good friends, who talk plainly and call it as they see it, for better or for worse. People who were probably more than willing to, in Flannery O'Connor's words, shoot me everyday of my life out of love and genuine affection, to make sure that I never grew too big for my britches. Because they saw the bigger picture, and would have cared more about my spirit and my character than about making sure I got to see my own personal statues built in my own personal Montana.

Chances are, we all know somebody like Lefty Brown. If, by the time the credits roll, you step outside of yourself for just a moment and see those quiet, unassuming people in your life colored just a hue or two brighter, then that's two hours of time well spent.

Friday, August 31, 2018

Batman, Volume 2: The City of Owls (Review)

Batman, Volume 2: The City of Owls continues the story that Scott Snyder began telling in Batman, Volume 1: The Court of Owls. The first volume introduced us to the Court of Owls, a ruthless cabal of powerbrokers who have been operating in Gotham City for centuries. The Court kicks off the plot when it targets both Bruce Wayne and his alter ego, the Batman. Severely underestimating the gravity of the threat, Batman is beaten and Wayne is nearly killed by the Court's deadly assassin, the Talon. While Wayne recovers, the Court unleashes an army of Talons upon an unsuspecting Gotham City, and the first volume ends with the Talons emerging from the shadows, ready to ensure the streets of Gotham run red.

Batman, Volume 2: The City of Owls
The story picks up as the Talons assault Wayne Manor, where Bruce is still recovering with his trusted friend and butler, Alfred Pennyworth, by his side. What ensues is a harrowing sequence in which the Talons attempt to finish what they started, killing Wayne and therefore ending Batman. But never to be outdone, Wayne discovers a means of defeating the seemingly invincible Talons through sharp detective work, dispatches them, and quickly returns to his role as Batman. For the remainder of this horrifying night, Batman and his allies battle the Talons across Gotham, successfully staving off their attack and saving a number of their targets, but the victory is not without casualties. Many of Gotham City's most important political figures are killed in the attack, including the promising mayoral candidate, Lincoln March.

This is a rather straightforward conclusion to the story begun in the previous volume, standard comic book fare. What's interesting is that this portion of the story is wrapped up early in this second volume. For a twist in the narrative propels a story threatening to stall out into personal territory with incredibly high stakes. Previously, Snyder dealt with the theme of pride, framed in the mythological context of Theseus and the Minotaur. Here, he pushes the thematic envelope even further, dealing with the concept of forbidden knowledge, in the mythological context of brotherhood. The story even goes so far as to reference Romulus and Remus as underpinning the narrative, itself a mythological construct pointing back to the account of Cain and Abel.

It has been a long-held belief in the Batman mythos that Bruce Wayne was an only child. His parents were killed in front of him when he was just a boy, the defining event of his life that put him on the road to becoming Batman. But Snyder subverts expectations once again by revealing that Bruce's parents, Thomas and Martha, had another child that had been born with defects due to a car accident, and had only lived for twelve hours. But through the usual comic book outlandishness of secret serums and other such things, Snyder suggests to both Batman and the reader that perhaps the child had survived. Perhaps that child had been found and raised by the Court of Owls, honed into a lethal weapon who, when the time was right, would ascend to the top of Gotham's social hierarchy as Thomas Wayne, Jr. and effectively depose Bruce as the city's golden boy—the jealous brother who attempts to kill the honorable brother. We learned in the previous volume that the Court's assassins, the Talons, had remarkable healing abilities. This Chekov's gun fires on all cylinders in the second volume, as the supposedly dead mayoral candidate Lincoln March is revealed to not only be alive, but a member of the Court of Owls with regenerative abilities—more than this, he claims to be the long-lost second son of Thomas and Martha Wayne.

This is certainly an interesting wrinkle in the Batman mythos. Wisely, Snyder never actually settles the issue of March's parentage definitively. Of course, Batman and March have a fierce battle that sorta-kinda ends in a stalemate. Batman escapes with his life, and March's body is never recovered, suggesting that he is still alive. But as Bruce reflects on these apparent revelations, he points out that the Court of Owls could very easily have taken in any orphan and brainwashed him into believing he was the younger Wayne brother. Usually, this kind of ambiguity bothers me, but in this case I think it works to benefit the story. See, another major theme running through both volumes has to do with secrets and trust. Early in the first volume Wayne learns that his first adopted son, Dick Grayson, was originally slated to become a Talon for the Court of Owls. Wayne elects to hide this information from Grayson, until the two have a heated argument. Dick, angry at Bruce for hiding this from him, walks away. At the end of the second volume, as the storyline featuring the Court of Owls is wrapped up, Grayson returns and talks with Wayne again. This time, it is Wayne who is certain that, had his brother actually survived, his parents would have told him, that they would not have kept hidden from him the truth that they very well might have sent the boy off to a children's home. But Grayson tells him that he now understands the value of keeping some terrible, painful truths a secret from those whom it might hurt more, and suggests to Bruce that his parents could very well have kept that secret simply because Bruce was, at the time, too young, and it was not his place to know.

The themes of pride and forbidden knowledge are admirably interwoven in Snyder's tale. Bruce's pride in knowing Gotham City better than anyone is undone by the existence of the Court. By the story's end, he comes to learn that not only did he misjudge the city, he could very well have misjudged his own family. Some secrets are worth being left in the dark, some knowledge is better left unlearned.

But perhaps the best illustration of this theme comes not from the main plot. Interestingly, after the main storyline has wrapped up, this volume features a collection of shorter backup stories that help to flesh out the world and events surrounding the main story. One of these stories, entitled, "The Fall of the House of Wayne," is written almost completely devoid of dialogue. Instead, the story is recounted in the context of a letter penned by Alfred's father, Jarvis Pennyworth, who was the butler to Wayne's own parents. In the story, which flashes back to when Bruce was just a boy and Thomas and Martha were still living, we learn that Jarvis was present during the car accident that injured Martha and supposedly resulted in the death of the youngest Wayne. In fact, Jarvis suggests the car accident was no accident at all, that it had been orchestrated by someone who wanted to see Martha dead because she was willing to stand up to corrupt city officials. Jarvis believes the Court of Owls is responsible, and the story ends with Jarvis being hunted down and murdered by one the Talons.

This backup story by Scott Snyder, James Tynion IV, and Rafael Albuquerque, is economically and thoughtfully written, and beautifully illustrated. It is also surprisingly moving, penned as a father's final words to his son, revealing himself to be the keeper of dark secrets concerning a noble family. There is a nice little coda at the story's end that finds Alfred standing at his father's grave, wondering whether or not the Court had anything to do with his death. Bruce comes out to comfort him, and we get a nice contrast between the two men. Bruce, younger, fueled by rage, is concerned about finding the "truth" behind Lincoln March and the Court of Owls. In other words, he just can't seem to let it go. When he says as much, Alfred quips, "You'll find the facts. The truth is that even if you and Lincoln share the same blood, you still lost your brother in a car accident when you were just a boy." Alfred, older and wiser, suggests that the best thing for both of them to do is leave the past buried with their lost loved ones, to grieve in all the necessary ways, and to move on. It's a heart-rending moment that one does not expect to find when picking up a comic book. It's enough to make one wish the whole affair had been framed and penned in this way.

So, the second volume wraps up the story begun in the first. There is closure here, an ending that leaves the plot pretty open (it's the nature of the comic book medium), while offering a satisfying resolution to the story's emotional beats (a harder trick to pull off).

To make a personal connection here, I recently learned that my mother miscarried before I was born. It was something of a surreal experience. I was shocked to have learned it, and my mother was shocked I hadn't known. So much of my life has been defined by my only-childness. I do have a half-sibling, but she and I agree that our childhoods were so vastly different, our experiences so opposite, that we do not think of ourselves in the way, I would assume, normal siblings with common experiences do. We are our own people, more like childhood friends. And, for what it's worth, I think our relationship is stronger, better for it. I have often wondered what different trajectory my life might have taken had I lived in the shadow of a true, full-blooded brother or sister, present in my life from either my birth or theirs. But those kinds of thoughts were flights of fancy until that conversation with my mother. I eventually asked one of my older friends (she's basically my second mother) exactly how I should feel about it. But she, like my own personal Alfred, reminded me that processing such things could elucidate some worthwhile emotions, but in the end, some specters are best left to rest undisturbed. I would be a very different person, probably a bit less self-absorbed than I am, but probably a lot more of a jealous person as well.

I remember reading this Batman story years ago, when it first arrived on store shelves. It seems to me to carry even more significance now. Like all good myths, this is a story that ages gracefully alongside us. A story to come back to time after time, if only to rediscover something that catches us all over again. For now, it's going back on the shelf. I look forward to rediscovering it later on down the road.

Thursday, August 23, 2018

The Aliens are Not Coming: The X-Files and Modern Mythopoeia

The X-Files title card
In 1993, the Fox Network was the new kid on the block when it came to primetime television. Pitted against juggernauts ABC, CBS, and NBC, Fox executives looked to the quirky Bruce Campbell vehicle, The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr., to put the fledgling network on the ratings map. Brisco, as the show was informally known, debuted on Friday, August 27, 1993, to positive critical reception, and was fully expected to become the season’s breakout hit. Those expectations were short lived. Exactly two weeks later, on September 10, Fox aired the Pilot episode of its second new show of the season: a murky, paranoia-laced, science fiction-thriller that executives originally projected would be nothing more than a cult curiosity.1 Created by Chris Carter, a surfer and former magazine editor raised in the sweltering heat of Southern California, The X-Files would go on to become a cult hit before achieving mainstream success, eventually growing into a pop culture phenomenon.

While words like “zeitgeist” and “popular fears” have traditionally been used by critics to describe the part of the public perception that the show managed to capture to warrant its unexpected success, a closer examination of the show’s ingredients yields a startling realization: the key to the success of The X-Files lies in the power of mythic storytelling. C. S. Lewis famously attributed to Christianity the status of “true myth.” Presupposing the truth of the biblical texts, Lewis found that stepping from history into the realm of myth brought the true nature of Christ’s power to transform lives into surprising clarity, and from this assumption argued in favor of the nourishing component of myth reading and myth-making. Indeed, for Lewis, the capacity of the human spirit to experience the transcendent quality of the power of myth was a necessary component of the sanctification process, as mythic storytelling has the distinct quality of drawing one “further up” and “further in.”2

Countless essays have been written exploring the various ways in which Carter’s series matchlessly tapped the pulsing vein of a prominent subculture that was present in America at the end of the 20th century. And to be sure, The X-Files did manage to capture lightning in a bottle as far as successfully excavating the cultural zeitgeist of the day, preying on the fears of the modern world to generate taut chillers on a weekly basis. But the show’s power to captivate its audience goes beyond a few well-executed psychological sleights of hand, playing viewers against themselves; rather, Carter’s genius was in his decision to build the show upon mythological conceits. This allowed The X-Files a measure of flexibility in the types of stories told week-to-week, which, in turn, became the key element in the show’s longevity, as there was “something for everyone” to enjoy. For example, one episode could primarily deal with classic gothic horror tropes reskinned to fit a quirky Americana setting (TXF: “Shapes”; “Red Museum”), while another could spend the hour exploring themes ripped from traditional science fiction stories (TXF: “Conduit”; “Soft Light”). Nevertheless, the show held together despite stylistic and tonal changes because of a key mythological construct: the central relationship that viewers were asked to invest themselves in was built upon two character archetypes: the believer, and the skeptic. But what sets The X-Files apart from other mythological works of the 20th century (The Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, etc.) is that these two archetypes are constructed in a way that is unique to postsecular modernity.3


Modern Archetypes


Mythologically speaking, archetypes are simply recurring or timeless examples of similar thematic arcs appearing in different “mythic” stories down through the ages. Applying this same principle of recurring arcs to characterization yields what can be termed the character archetype; that is, recurring motifs or character arcs that play out in similar fashion across all different types of stories throughout history. Carl Jung would go on to postulate that, “In addition to our immediate consciousness … there exists a second psychic system of a collective, universal, and impersonal nature which is identical in all individuals. This collective unconscious does not develop individually but is inherited.”4 In other words, Jung takes the concept of the archetype and applies it psychologically. This is key to understanding how Chris Carter approaches the creation of his two protagonists in The X-Files, as what the characters eventually become is a kind of blend between the traditional mythological and modern psychological archetypes. This not only places The X-Files at a pivotal moment in history, when secularism was crumbling beneath the weight of an upsurge in religious enthusiasm, but also primes the series to become the very important work of art that it is, a work with true literary aspirations, weaving a careful thematic narrative worthy of standing alongside the greatest of mythological works coming out of the 20th century.

Fox Mulder (David Duchovny) is an Oxford-educated Special Agent with the FBI, with a background in psychology. Though an undeniably brilliant analyst originally with the Violent Crimes Section, unconventional investigative methods stemming from a dogged belief in the regular occurrence of supernatural phenomena led to his being dubbed “Spooky” Mulder by his peers. Lambasted by both co-workers and superiors for his wonky theories, Mulder’s determination led to his uncovering the so-called X-files, cases deemed by the FBI to be unsolvable, as well as his eventual assignment to the X-files unit, a project outside of the Bureau mainstream concerned with investigating the unexplained phenomena found within the case files. His obsessive tendencies led to Division Chief Scott Blevins (Charles Cioffi) assigning another agent to the X-files unit to assess the validity of Mulder’s work. Special Agent Dana Scully (Gillian Anderson), a medical doctor with a background in hard science, brought an analytical edge to the investigations that contrasted with Mulder’s convictions toward supernatural explanations. Her assignment to the X-files unit is where the series begins (TXF: “Pilot”). Together, Mulder and Scully worked to uncover the ever-elusive “truth” behind a wide-range of mysterious occurrences all over the globe in a nine season run of the original series (1993-2002), two feature films (1998; 2008), and a revival series (2016; 2018). As characters, Mulder and Scully are archetypes representative of two distinct points of view: the believer and the skeptic, respectively. In pairing these two agents, The X-Files is more than another mere procedural involving strange cases, and Mulder and Scully are more than just another male-female dynamic duo; instead, the series is about how two perspectives (what might be termed “worldviews”) cooperate and collide in intense and interesting ways when attempting to make sense of reality.


The Believer


Fox Mulder (David Duchovny)
In the context of the series, Mulder’s obsession with the paranormal began with the abduction of his sister, Samantha, from their home on Martha’s Vineyard in 1973 (TXF: “Pilot”; “Little Green Men”). Convinced that the beings responsible for Samantha’s abduction were extraterrestrial, Mulder began a life-long quest to expose the truth surrounding the existence of alien life; an existence that he believed, should it be uncovered and proven, had the power to “change everything,” and would shake every truth humans lived by “to the ground” (TXF: “Gethsemane”). Mulder’s quest formed the backbone of the original series for the first seven seasons, and provided an emotional center around which the story could orbit.

The mythological connections here are not to be missed. In one sense, Mulder is uniquely positioned to embody the archetype of the seeker, one who quests for truth by uncovering mysteries and deceptions. In another sense altogether, Mulder’s quest bears some resemblance to the traditional Campbellian “hero’s journey,” featuring the heroic figure who sets out on an adventure that brings the hero from the “common day into a region of supernatural wonder” and into a crisis out of which the hero emerges victorious and transformed.5 The object of this journey (Samantha) is akin to the damsels of old, the “princess in the tower” who must be rescued by the chivalrous knight-errant only by defeating a monster, usually envisioned as a dragon (in this case of The X-Files: aliens).

Mulder’s characterization lends itself to this traditional heroic figure archetype to be sure, but with a certain twist—he is chivalrous and heroic, but he is emotionally unavailable, especially to the women in his life.6 This psychological aspect of Mulder’s characterization serves to deepen his development as the series progresses, and is one of the first ways in which The X-Files works to subvert common storytelling tropes without working to demythologize traditionally mythic themes. Mulder is indeed heroic, but not in the “traditional” sense. Duchovny imbues the character with a clear sense of loneliness, but plays the role with a certain boyish charm that suggests Mulder is every bit a heroic character, but one who is not fully formed in his masculinity. He is easily excitable, at times prone to a cynical and immature sense of humor, and often wears his emotions on his sleeve (TXF: “End Game”; “Redux II”). He is aloof, sleeps on his couch, and is prone to violent outbursts in moments of grief (TXF: “Pilot”; “Dreamland”; “Redux II”). In this respect, Mulder is very much a character forged in the fires of the modern era, a kind of modern man who represents, in Scully’s own words, “Men with Spartan lives, simple in their creature comforts, if only to allow for the complexity of their passions” (TXF: “Max”).

The point here is to realize that, in the moral universe established by Chris Carter in The X-Files, characters are defined less by the quests upon which they embark (because tropes are so frequently subverted) than they are the perspectives they represent. In this way, Carter seems not so much interested in the continuity of the quest as he is in exploring how a particular perspective or worldview as embodied by a specific character reacts to startling new revelations about reality, or “truth.” It is almost as if Carter wants to push the limits of belief systems to their breaking point, and ponder how well these perspectives hold up in the asking of “what ifs.” As far as Mulder is concerned, he is not so much a traditional hero as he is a kind of seeker with an eye to the past. He heralds the legends and romanticisms of old in the face of a society all too eager to deem such things trivial and out of date, a society primed by scientific and technological advancement to leave behind the things of old and march ever forward all in the good name of progress. In this respect, Mulder is a seeker caught in the modern world, and therefore embodies a new archetype that incorporates strands of both the traditional hero and the Jungian seeker—a believer.


The Skeptic


Dana Scully (Gillian Anderson)
Standing in stark contrast to the believer, is the skeptic, embodied by Dana Scully. Initially presented as something of a cipher, Scully squares the circle of reversing traditional gender roles by acting as the calculating, cerebral scientist who ensures the show keeps one foot in the realm of scientific plausibility most of the time, whereas Mulder is generally the more emotional turbulent. In some ways, Scully’s characterization as a strong, unflinching personality lends her some traits of the traditional hero; her masculine presence, in many ways, being more formed than Mulder’s. To further tease a connection, it is also worth noting that Scully is written as being more vulnerable than Mulder as well, as demonstrated by a scene in the show's "Pilot" episode, in which Scully, fearing that she has acquired strange markings linked to the case they are working, disrobes before Mulder, whom she has only recently met, and allows him to inspect the marks. Anderson carries the scene with an appropriate amount of urgency to communicate Scully’s vulnerability, but takes care to highlight the absence of self-consciousness in the act, which demonstrates a kind of confidence that Mulder is lacking. In fact, a similar situation would befall Mulder just a few episodes later, requiring him to unclothe as well, an act that he cannot carry out without cracking an obligatory joke (TXF: “Ice”).

As a medical doctor cum FBI Special Agent, Scully might also be viewed as a kind of seeker in her own right, albeit one who quests in the name of science and reason. But neither this archetype, nor the aforementioned heroic archetype, presents an entirely accurate description of the true perspective that Dana Scully embodies. Again, in Carter’s universe, perspective defines the mythological underpinnings. Relying on science and the technology to carry out her quest, Scully’s perspective is one that sees the world through a decidedly rational lens, a perspective that suggests “nothing happens in contradiction to nature, only in contradiction to what we know of it,” one that places faith in the ability of science to explain the unexplainable, even if the exact scientific understanding has not yet been reached by the observer of the thing unexplained (TXF: “Herrenvolk”; “Teliko”). The skeptic, as embodied by Dana Scully, is an archetype that could only have been forged in the fires of the modern era, an era marked by scientific and technological advancements made in leaps and bounds.

Yet to characterize this archetype as a product of secular modernity is a misnomer, though this seems to be the predominant view concerning her character. While Scully is certainly skeptical, she is not irreligious. In fact, the most interesting facet of her character has to do with her commitment to Catholicism. At first glance, to have a character whose general disposition is one of skepticism also embody a deep-set conviction toward religion seems at odds with modernity—but only if modernity is understood as secular. Again, the genius of Chris Carter was to anticipate the direction of modernity in the 1990s, an era that might usually be characterized as “postmodern.” In the character of Scully, Carter seems to be anticipating what philosophers of the modern era were also coming to realize (and some would mislabel as “postmodern”): that secularism (not modernity itself) was short-lived, that religion could not be cut out of everyday life, that the convictions by which every human lived were done so with a kind of religious devotion. It was the realization that “in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships.”7

This compelling struggle between believer and skeptic formed the central conflict of the show. A conflict demonstrated between the two perspectives embodied and given voice by two character archetypes, and in a way the central conflict within the characters of both Scully and Mulder themselves: science against religion, reason against faith.


Religion and Myth in The X-Files


When The X-Files first aired, the world was moving beyond secularism, though the skepticism inherent to secular modernity remained, even as religion came flooding back into the public sphere. This philosophical and theological quagmire is precisely what Chris Carter sought to navigate through the archetypes of believer and skeptic. Mulder and Scully were both created as the agnostic believer and the skeptical Catholic, respectively, with the specific purpose of navigating the murky waters of postsecular modernity. What began as Mulder’s quest for “little green aliens” (TXF: “Redux II”) eventually expanded to encompass Scully’s own quest for a higher power (TXF: “Nothing Lasts Forever”), and by the show’s seventh season the two quests had quite literally become one (TXF: “Biogenesis”; “The Sixth Extinction”; “The Sixth Extinction II: Amor Fati”). The show’s well-known tagline, the truth is out there, serves to reinforce the notion that Chris Carter has always had a strong theological streak in his creative endeavors, one that is strikingly prominent in the overarching narrative of The X-Files. In an interview given to the prestigious magazine Innovation & Tech Today, Carter said, regarding religion and its place in the show, “It’s everything; it is the beating heart of The X-Files. I would say The X-Files is a search for God.”8

It is precisely because of these religious themes embodied by Mulder and Scully’s search (what, in mythological terms, might be better understood as “quests”) for “the truth,” that The X-Files transcends stereotypical genre conventions to become a work of profound literary quality. And the narrative spun by Carter and a consistent team of writers is nothing short of a mythological tale concerning themes of apocalyptic vision, forbidden knowledge, and, ultimately, redemption.


Chasing Monsters in the Dark: The Myth-Arc of The X-Files


Beyond its memorable characters, if there is one thing The X-Files is known for, it is the show’s fascinating and, at times, controversial “myth-arc.” When the show first aired, it did so in a time when the procedural format (self contained, case-of-the-week stories) reigned supreme. Carter and his team of writers began shaking up the system as early as the premiere episode, dropping subtle hints across a variety of cases that a larger conspiracy was at play in the world in which Mulder and Scully inhabited, a conspiracy involving the highest echelons of governmental authority potentially concealing knowledge of alien life from the public. This conspiracy would be blown open in the first season finale, “The Erlenmeyer Flask,” an episode rife with mythological connections, and could also have been aptly titled “Pandora’s Box.”

From this point forward, the show beckoned viewers to settle in for the long haul as Mulder and Scully investigated X-files week-to-week. Viewers—like the characters—never knew when a random case involving a strange phenomenon would take a hard right turn and lead them right back to investigating the conspiracy. The shows that followed the case-of-the-week structure became known as “monster-of-the-week” episodes (referring to the frequently bizarre characters and creations that the agents usually encountered), while the episodes concerning the government conspiracy, aliens, and the agents’ personal lives were identified as “mythology” episodes, which, when taken together, constitute the series' overarching narrative, the “myth-arc.” While the monster-of-the-week episodes certainly contain their share of mythological themes, for the purposes of this essay, only the myth-arc will be examined, for it constitutes the overall narrative force of The X-Files, driving the story forward and regularly examining the three important themes already mentioned.


Apocalyptic Vision


Some of the most compelling parts of the myth-arc deal in the realization of a coming apocalypse, referenced as early as the third season (TXF: “Paper Clip”). A modern day Ragnarök or Tribulation period, the anticipated apocalypse is said to coincide with the moment a vindictive force of alien Colonists chooses to carry out a dark plan to colonize the entire planet using a deadly “black oil” pathogen—their own toxic life force—that will eventually turn all those it infects into hosts, inside of whom a new Colonist life form would gestate (The X-Files: Fight the Future). A cabal of powerful men known only as the Syndicate conspires with the Colonists in an attempt to preserve their own lives during the colonization event, the Vichy government to the Colonists’ Nazi Germany (TXF: “One Son”). This conspiracy lies at the heart of Mulder and Scully’s quest, and their investigations see them slowly peeling away layer after layer of obfuscation to finally reveal the truth: that the date of colonization was set long before the conspiracy began; that the Colonists had actually made contact with early civilizations; that the Mayans had foreseen the colonization event coming to pass on December 22, 2012, and chose to end their calendar on the day that humanity is to end; the ultimate revelation being, though, that the coming invasion cannot not be stopped, only survived (TXF: “The Truth”).

The Syndicate meets its end in "One Son"
But, the Syndicate’s plans fail, and they are destroyed (TXF: “One Son”). The projected date of the alien invasion comes and goes, and colonization never occurs. This primes the revival series for the show’s greatest subversion yet: “the aliens are not coming.” Instead, a splinter group of former Syndicate members, having survived the consortium’s destruction, secretly working for years to reverse-engineer technology that had been stolen from benevolent aliens—aliens that originally came to help prevent man’s destruction by his own hand—now seeks to use that same technology to actually colonize space (TXF: “My Struggle III”). The story of colonization then, is not one of aliens colonizing man, but of man colonizing them. This bombshell revelation undoes twenty-five years worth of surmounting expectations to make a profound point: the true monster of The X-Files is none other than mankind itself, represented by a cabal of powerful elites (who might be looked at mythologically as corrupt “kings”), so consumed by the notion of self-preservation that even a truth as weighty as life on other planets cannot shake the foundations of their hubris. This reversal brings Mulder and Scully up against an overwhelming force against which there appears to be very little hope: the dark imaginings of the depraved human heart.


Forbidden Knowledge


The theme of forbidden knowledge is a motif present in a number of mythological accounts. In the true myth of Christianity, in Eden, Adam and Eve are tempted by the serpent to eat of “the tree of the knowledge of good and evil” (Genesis 2-3). In Greek mythology, the demigod Prometheus steals from Zeus the secret of fire to deliver to man that they might not go extinct. In Shelley’s Frankenstein, it is the very secret of life that Victor Frankenstein bestows upon his monstrous creation.9 And in all three situations, the results are catastrophic: Adam and Eve plunge the world into sin and separation from God, Zeus unleashes Pandora, who in turn unleashes her “box,” and Frankenstein’s monster goes on a murdering spree. The warning in these stories is clear: there are things we ought not know.

This theme is stunningly recapitulated in the myth-arc of The X-Files, an astounding storytelling choice considering the centrality of science and technology to the Scully character, and therefore the very DNA of the show. But this acts as a powerful warning against the breathtaking scientific achievements and technological advancements of secular modernity, which sought to eradicate such petty things as religious conviction in favor of “enlightenment.”

The Cigarette Smoking Man (William B. Davis) in "My Struggle"
Mulder and Scully’s quest for the truth inevitably brings them into contact with a devious man identified only by the Morley brand cigarettes he frequently smokes. A shadowy presence in "Pilot," the Cigarette Smoking Man (William B. Davis), or “the CSM,” as he came to be known among fans, would go on to dog the agents across the entire run of the series as the enforcer of the Syndicate. Like the silver-tongued serpent in Eden, he tempts both Mulder and Scully at different points, urging them to give up their quest for the truth (TXF: “Redux II”; “En Ami”). The mythological connection here is even more pronounced upon the realization that Carter himself identified the character as, basically, “the Devil” incarnate, a metaphorical connection made in the context of the series itself (TXF: “Memento Mori”).10

Interestingly, the CSM harkens unto the tempter, Prometheus, and Dr. Frankenstein all in one. The central antagonist of the series, he, like Satan himself, is finally a victim of his own hubris. In the show’s complex mythology, the CSM, on behalf of the Syndicate, is responsible for taking advantage of the initially benevolent aliens who venture to Earth, taking and then reverse-engineering their advanced technology for the government, and finally for his own ends, upon the destruction of the Syndicate (TXF: “Two Fathers”; “One Son”; “My Struggle III”). But his actions are not without consequences, and eventually unleash a deadly pathogen in the form of the sentient, extraterrestrial “black oil” virus (TXF: “Piper Maru”; “Apocrypha”). Mythologically, this likens the CSM to Prometheus, who steals forbidden “fire” (advanced technology) from the “gods” (aliens), to give to man, but whose actions finally lead to the opening of “Pandora’s box” (the alien virus), which threatens the very existence of humanity.

During the course of the series, the CSM also takes on the role Dr. Frankenstein. Late in the show, using forbidden (alien) science, he impregnates Scully—who is unable to bear children—with the intention of creating “the first superhuman child” (TXF: “En Ami”; “My Struggle III”). The child, William, is eventually born, but Scully, knowing her child is a kind of miracle (note here the mythological theme of miraculous conception and birth), elects to give him up for adoption (TXF: “Existence”; “William”). The CSM’s pursuit of this child forms the central plot of the revival series, because the child’s hybrid nature lends him a kind of immortality, the blueprint by which the CSM seeks to start creation anew “just in my [his own] image instead of God’s” (TXF: “My Struggle II”). The mythological theme here is laced with irony, as in the story of Frankenstein: the CSM is William’s “creator,” but his creation flees from him. In a desperate bid to retrieve his creation, the CSM relentlessly pursues the boy until William unexpectedly turns the tables on him, forcing the CSM to kill him, and thereby destroying his own creation. William’s sacrifice buys Mulder enough time to finally shoot the CSM to death (TXF: “My Struggle IV”). The theme here is one that rings true mythologically: the narcissistic creator, too curious for his own good, whose reach far exceeds his grasp, is ultimately undone by his own creation.


Redemption


Though apocalyptic vision and forbidden knowledge are two critical themes to the development of the myth-arc, perhaps the most important mythological theme laced into the story is the one that resounds the loudest in Scripture as well: redemption. Mulder and Scully’s quest costs them dearly. Scully loses a sister and a child (TXF: “The Blessing Way”; “William”); Mulder loses his sister, his father, and his mother (TXF: “Anasazi”; “Sein Und Zeit”). Their personal relationship in flux over the years, the two of them finally separate, only to be brought back together in the revival series in pursuit of Scully’s miracle child, William (TXF: “My Struggle”). In the final episode to air, “My Struggle IV,” the show’s classic tagline is changed from “the truth is out there” to “salvator mundi,” the Latin translation of the phrase “savior of the world.”

William (Miles Robbins) in "Ghouli"
The mythological connections drawn here are as close to “the truth” as the show ever gets—directly mirroring the climax of the true myth of Christianity. As the CSM (the tempter) closes in on William (the obvious Christ-figure and “salvator mundi,” given the miraculous circumstances of his birth), Mulder and Scully race against the clock to find and protect the boy. Ultimately, they fail to do so, and he is killed by the CSM. In sacrificing himself to protect Mulder and Scully, William provides Mulder the opportunity to finally overcome his foe, and finally dispatch the CSM. With the CSM dead, his twisted plan to recreate the planet in his own image is ended. The final shot of the series features William, with a gaping bullet wound in his head, rising from the murky waters into which he had plunged upon his supposed demise, very much alive, and, indeed, resurrected. William, the miracle child, rises from the dead having delivered mankind from certain destruction, conquering death in the process. Again, Chris Carter has something of a theological streak.

But redemption is not won so easily, and Carter acknowledges this. Mulder and Scully, believing William to be dead, must come to terms with the fact that they not only failed to protect him, but also must reckon with the revelation that the child they had for so long believed to be their own was actually a genetic experiment. Scully acknowledges that she has not been the mother she has longed to be, and Mulder realizes that the family reunion he had always wanted was not going to come to pass. Both had, in their longings, created fantasies that each had lived toward, only to have those fantasies shatter against reality in the end. And to leave the characters here, in such a vulnerable state, with the future of the show unclear, would have certainly been unsatisfactory. But, in his wisdom, Carter offers his characters a ray of hope: Scully, it turns out, is pregnant. A second miracle child, this one not a product of genetic experimentation but of actual miraculous conception, is on the way, and Mulder is the father. Carter has given his characters the chance to start anew. It does not undermine the struggles they have gone through, having failed as parents, and as a couple. But it gives them the opportunity to try again—in other words, through William’s sacrifice, the enemy is defeated, and redemption is suddenly within reach. The seekers have found their truth.


Conclusion


This is an all too brief look at the world of The X-Files. With 218 episodes of television and two feature films in the franchise, the strange, phantasmagoria universe created by Chris Carter and nourished to maturity by a devoted team of writers stands as an epic of modern myth-making that matters, having produced quality content for over a quarter century. It is little wonder that the stable of young writers Carter assembled for the show would go on to create some of the most acclaimed dramas of the 2000s and 2010s, including 24 (Howard Gordon), Breaking Bad (Vince Gilligan), and The Man in the High Castle (Frank Spotnitz). Rife with symbolism and mythic undertones, it is hardly an overstatement to suggest that The X-Files is a powerful, compelling mythological—at times even literary—work of art, uniquely positioned to lead all those who seek “the truth,” as Mulder and Scully do, through the often dim and dejected world of postsecular modernity. Perhaps the show’s greatest contribution comes in the form of a statement made by Scully in the revival series. Upon discovering the CSM’s plan to use a modified strand of the alien virus to wipe out mankind in “My Struggle II,” she realizes that the only hope of survival, short of conquering the devil, is to fuse all humans with extraterrestrial biology: “Alien DNA is all that can save us,” she proclaims, a strange statement in a culture that continually encourages introspection as the key to personal enlightenment and, indeed, godhood. The X-Files reminds viewers that “the truth is out there,” rather than “in here,” and mythically proclaims that the quest, despite the struggle, is worth it.

                                        

1 Paula Vitaris and Dan Coyle, “X’d Out,” Cinefantastique (April 2002), 34.

2 C. S. Lewis, “Myth Became Fact,” God in the Dock (1970; repr., Grand Rapids, MI: Eerdmans, 2014), 54-60.

3 See Michael McDuffee, “Postsecular Modernity is not Postmodern,” Fruit of His Lips: Releasing Vital Speech Into the World, Wordpress, May 3, 2011, https://mcduffee.wordpress.com/2011/05/03/postsecular-modernity-is-not-postmodern/. It is my opinion that the “postmodern” can not be, because the modern still is. In short, I do not believe that the “modern” era has been left behind, and that the cultural whims of the day are, as have been termed, “post” modern. While this paper does not afford the time to fully explore this notion, it is crucial to my understanding of The X-Files and related materials to recognize that I believe the culture in which we live to operate on postsecular principles, over against “postmodern.” Modernity has not been left behind; on the contrary, the modern era has only just come into her own, having realized that religion is not so easily expunged from the public sphere, though the same skepticism inherent to traditional categorizations of the modern era still exist. The world is thus postsecular, not postmodern.

4 C. G. Jung, The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious, 2nd ed., The Collected Works of C. G. Jung vol. 9, pt. 1, trans. R. F. C. Hull, (1969; repr., Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1981), 43.

5 Joseph Campbell, The Hero with a Thousand Faces, 3rd ed., The Collected Works of Joseph Campbell vol. 17, (1949; repr., Novato, CA: New World Library, 2008), 23.

6 John Kenneth Muir and Chris Carter, “Interview with Chris Carter,” John Kenneth Muir’s Reflections on Cult Movies and Classic Television, Blogger, Dec. 15, 2009, http://reflectionsonfilmandtelevision.blogspot.com/2009/12/interview-with-chris-carter.html.

7 David Foster Wallace. “This is Water” (2005), in This Is Water: Some Thoughts, Delivered on a Significant Occasion, About Living a Compassionate Life (Boston: Little, Brown, & Co., 2009), 98-100.

8 John Faulkner and Chris Carter, “Inside the Mind of Chris Carter.” Innovation & Tech Today, Feb. 22, 2016, https://innotechtoday.com/inside-the-mind-of-chris-carter/.

9 Roger Shattuck, Forbidden Knowledge: From Prometheus to Pornography (Boston: Mariner Books, 1997), 14-26.

10 William B. Davis, Where There’s Smoke…: Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man (Toronto: ECW Press, 2011), 257-258.

Thursday, August 16, 2018

The X-Files: "Pilot" (Retrospective)

"The following story is inspired by actual documented accounts."

FBI Special Agents Dana Scully and Fox Mulder in "Pilot"
These are the chilling words that appear onscreen as The X-Files begins, in a way substituting for the iconic theme song and title sequence, which are noticeably absent from "Pilot." But the story spun by series creator Chris Carter is one that hardly needs bells and whistles to absorb viewers. I remember reading one reviewer who suggested that one always knows when one has entered a world of Carter's making. Things are dark and murky, shadows practically have weight, and there is an ever-encroaching sense of paranoia that leaves one feeling unsettled. The world Carter creates is like a dark, dreamlike version of our own, a strange phantasmagoria of images and characters and happenings that suggest the veil between natural and supernatural is thinner than we might ever dare to hope. I can think of no better way to describe the fictional universe that Carter introduces us to when the title card for The X-Files first appeared on television screens on September 10, 1993.

In "Pilot," we are first introduced to Dana Scully (Gillian Anderson), a young medical doctor who has been working as an FBI Special Agent for a couple of years. During a meeting with Section Chief Scott Blevins (Charles Cioffi) and a silent, mysterious Cigarette Smoking Man (William B. Davis), she is assigned to work with another agent on cases outside the Bureau mainstream investigating "unexplained phenomena," cases identified as "X-files." Scully makes her way to the basement of the Hoover building, where she meets her new partner, FBI Special Agent Fox Mulder (David Duchovny), an Oxford-educated psychologist.

Knowing the direction the show will take, it's incredible just how much of the show's basic DNA is present in "Pilot." It's kind of assumed that a television series will air its first episode, and then course-correct during the first season, before really hitting its stride somewhere between seasons two and three. Not The X-Files. All the ingredients that would go on to make the show one of the most significant cultural milestones in recent history are present from the jump, not least of all the dynamic between Mulder and Scully. Scully brings a hard, scientific edge to Mulder's wild theories about the paranormal. Their intellectual tit-for-tat, as each spits out rapid-fire comebacks that could potentially explain what has been deemed unexplainable, becomes the hallmark of the series, and it's easy to see why. Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny have an electrifying chemistry, and its evident from their first meeting onscreen.

It's no secret that series creator Chris Carter sought to invert the common trope which sees the male as the stoic, skeptical figure, while the female is all too eager to believe in less rational explanations. In this regard, he succeeded with flying colors. Scully is something of a cipher, Mulder is really a boy in an oversized suit. In other words, Scully's is a very masculine presence, whereas Mulder might be viewed as more feminine. When the two walk into a room, Mulder must be dealt with because of his commitment to explain what everyone else has deemed inexplicable, but Scully is the cerebral force with which to be reckoned, the filter through which his unconventional theories must first pass. Mulder is undeniably brilliant, and Duchovny has an ability to sell outlandish theories as actually seeming plausible, no matter how unlikely they are. He delivers his lines in "Pilot" with such earnestness that one wants to believe he's at least partially right, regardless of just how frightening the truth might be. Scully is equally brilliant, and she can fire back at Mulder with her own theories without dehumanizing him. Carter draws his characters well, pairing them as intellectual equals, making this a relationship established fundamentally on mutual respect, rather than attraction. And this has everything to do with the way Duchovny and Anderson inhabit their respective roles. Mulder and Scully are unique in that they are two very vulnerable characters, complicated and multifaceted. They are both a "bundle of paradoxes," to quote the late Brennan Manning. In other words, they're a lot like actual people. Complex, thoughtful, multidimensional characters, who actually embody two archetypes unique to the modern era, the believer and skeptic.

For what it's worth, I believe Chris Carter is one of the unsung creators of our time. The man is, in many ways, a sphinx, an enigma. You never quite know just where his narratives will go. He has a tendency to throw everything and the kitchen sink into his stories, an indicator of someone who is brilliant in a strange way, whose mind darts in a thousand different directions, and creativity is the outlet through which he tries to harness all those thoughts into a tangible something. In some ways, I can relate. But the most important component of understanding Carter's fictional universe is how theological his thinking is about things. All of Carter's shows deal directly with some aspect of theological strata, be it The X-Files (which at some point touches on every major theological conceit one can think of), Millennium (theodicy, apocalypse), Harsh Realm (the nature of reality) or any other lesser-known series he's developed. But all of his works somehow seem to be linked, literally in-universe or thematically, to his magnum opus, The X-Files, creating a kind of modern mythology that should be (but is often not) studied with the same depth and attention given to other mythopoetic works of the past century, from Tolkien's legendarium to Star Wars.

In an interview given in 2016 to John Faulkner of Innovation & Tech Today, Carter said, concerning religion, "It's everything; it is the beating heart of The X-Files. I would say The X-Files is a search for God." And the blueprints for how this search is to be carried out are first put forth in "Pilot." The primary context will be the great conversation of modernity, the conversation between reason and faith, skepticism and belief, science and religion.

If Carter set out lay the groundwork for all of these things in "Pilot," then he clears the hurdle with room to spare. And from the moment Mulder and Scully meet, what transpires is a tightly wound, claustrophobic, haunting story that continues to rile up my imagination upon every subsequent viewing of the episode. When Mulder opens up to Scully in the darkened motel room, the camera slowly tightening on his face as his theories about conspiracies and government cover-ups begin to run wild, the hair on the back of my neck still bristles, the skin on my arms still turns to gooseflesh. Rarely have I found a show that continues to employ directors who can marry theme and image so perfectly. Director Rob Bowman does an incredible job creating the prototypical shots of what will become the show's iconic images in "Pilot." Mulder and Scully navigating the darkness with their flashlights is an image seen time and again throughout the series, an image that has forever been seared into my imagination. Again, this is an instance of what I consider to be the holy grail of filmmaking: the marriage of theme and image. As flashlights cut away the darkness, so too do Mulder and Scully sift through the murky morality of the modern postsecular age in search of "the truth."

But at every turn shadowy forces attempt to cut them off. In "Pilot," vital evidence to their case concerning mysterious abductions goes missing. Mulder and Scully end up racing through a dark forest, only to arrive moments too late to make sense of the events that transpire. And they end the investigation knowing little more than they did when they first began—yet they are strengthened in bond and resolve to continue their search for the truth because of what they have witnessed. It's a theme that becomes more prominent as the series continues, but again is teased here in the show's first episode: don't give up. Though the cost might be great, the truth is worth searching for simply because it is the truth.

And, of course, one would be remiss to discuss "Pilot" without at least a passing mention to that zinger of an ending, which sees that same strange, silent man from Scully's meeting with Blevins return to hide away the only piece of evidence Scully managed to salvage and submit to her superiors. It's a scene that harkens to the final moments of Raiders of the Lost Ark, but here the scene plays out with a heightened sense of paranoia, if only because of the presence of the Cigarette Smoking Man, who has lurked in the background of the entire episode. CSM will go on to become one of the most iconic villains of all time, his Morley's becoming as recognizable as Vader's mask or Blofeld's white Persian cat. A tempter who deals in lies, deceptions, and half-truths, who is perhaps the best representative of the devil himself in pop culture.

In "Pilot," all of these ingredients conspire to become the prototypical form of a series that would take the world by storm, and leave an indelible footprint on the landscape of televised storytelling.

The search for the truth begins here.

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