In the end, The X-Files‘ four-part revival arc known as “My Struggle 1-4” is very appropriately titled. These episodes are a fucking struggle…in every possible way. It is a struggle to make sense of the narrative. It is a struggle to find the point of any of it. It is a struggle to reconcile what Chris Carter chose to give us with the thousands of other better scenarios out there. The one good thing is knowing that the struggle is over. But even feeling any type of closure posed a challenge until Gillian Anderson herself indicated that she was unsatisfied, too.
I want to move on from this show so badly, but I think I have one last rant in me. Thanks for joining me as I angrily yell my final goodbye to The X-Files.