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There were a number of charming exchanges this week, not the least of which was Mulder and Scully digging with delight into bran muffins.
Part of "This" feel a bit like a standalone episode edited down to fit into a mythology entry, which can be frustrating. And yet the more I think about it, the more I appreciate what it achieves.
Last week's sloppy premiere got season 11 off to a rough start, but the state of The X-Files is looking much brighter after this Glen Morgan-penned (and directed) hour.
As pre-credit openers go, 'This' was a kinetic blitzkrieg, turning it up to eleven and kicking the new season into gear.
It suggests that things are looking up for season 11. Just because the characters are dreading the future doesn't mean the audience should dread following them there.
The omnipresent trap of life is to privilege that over this. Live among the dead and you miss what's right in front of you.
"This" is a major step back in the right direction for the show that, as of last week, seemed painfully uncool and out of touch.
"This" is so much better than last week's premiere. David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson are even more on point as Mulder and Scully that I had flashbacks to seasons two and three.
It was a dense episode, and one that had Mulder and Scully kicking a lot more butt than they used to. It made the episode feel exhausting, but in a good way.
As "This" attempts to tie a bow on all of these ideas, it proves to be another rough, shaky episode that doesn't frame the season in an encouraging light.
"This" further puts The X-Files mythology back on the path to redemption.
Morgan, to his credit, achieves some stirring visuals, especially in a parking garage meeting between Mulder, Scully and Skinner, finding endless angles through which to convey a sense of paranoia and surveillance.