The Great 'X-Files' Rewatch: season 1, episode 23, 'The Erlenmeyer Flask'

As far as first-season finales go, at least for me, this one ranks at the top. It just takes great, suspenseful TV to the nth degree—to that cinematic level. The plot is nothing short of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle–esque. And X-Files mastermind Chris Carter ties it all up at the end with a big red bow on this holiday gift of an episode (that's a bit of a misnomer, I realize; the finale originally aired in mid-May 1994).
  I'll break this episode down into its key moments, all of which point to future episodes, seasons, plots, themes and even the X-Files theatrical:
  1. Deep Throat (Jerry Hardin) again contacts Mulder and leads him directly into that great government conspiracy plot line, which weaves its way in and out of the first season (and appears as early as the pilot). This sequence of events gets Mulder closer than he ever has been to the "truth," which he so desperately wants to learn. And by truth, I suppose it's greater than just new knowledge for Mulder at this point in his career. The seed, we know, was the abduction of his sister, Samantha, by what he believes were aliens.
  1a) I will not give away what happens in the last few minutes of the episode, but consider it epic and Deep Throat related.

Golden Globe nominees: hits and misses

There's much chatter this week about the Golden Globe nominations and what the Hollywood Foreign Press Association got wrong in its annual list of top movies and TV shows. So, let's pile on, shall we?
  Just dealing with television—because there's not enough time in the day to pick apart that Burlesque nod for best picture, musical or comedy—I have some major bones to pick. On the drama front, the Globes overlooked the real HBO gem, David Simon's Treme, in favor of the vastly overrated Boardwalk Empire. (I wanted desperately to love the Prohibition-era bootlegger tale, but after sticking with the entire short-run series, I found it to be a (highball) glass half empty.) I love that AMC's zombiepocalypse The Walking Dead is in the mix, but my jaw drops that Breaking Bad was left out. Whuck?

The Great 'X-Files' Rewatch: season 1, episode 22, 'Roland'

In this second-to-last episode of the first season of the nascent X-Files series, we find Chris Carter working with an extremely sensitive topic that's been dealt with quite poorly over the years on the silver and small screens: developmental disability. When I think of how many times I've seen a terrible portrayal of a person with a developmental disability on TV, it makes me cringe. Riding the Bus With My Sister, I Am Sam … I mean, the list goes on and on. There's always this underlying feeling that these people aren't people at all; they're different, objects of shame and sorrow. Why else would Rosie O'Donnell or Sean Penn play these characters? To expose the world to the plight of the developmentally disabled? (Yeah, right. Actors are always thinking gold statue, no matter what they say about their moral ethic.) Developmentally disabled people get a bad rap.
  Not so, says Chris Carter, resoundingly, with this top-notch episode. Carter makes Roland, a developmentally disabled janitor at a rocket science laboratory, the unequivocal star of the show—a creepy, double-life-living savant who, like a puppeteer, orchestrates the arc of the plot from stunning beginning to climactic end.

The Great 'X-Files' Rewatch: season 1, episode 21, 'Born Again'

First, a few addenda to the "Tooms" recap: I forgot to mention that FBI Assistant Director Skinner, who will show up in a recurring role, makes his first appearance in the episode. And it is also the first time we hear the Smoking Man say a line.
  Now, to episode 21. Thank G-d this episode had nothing to do with proselytizing Southern crazies like "Miracle Man" did (it was 150 times better, too). Think of "Born Again" as Chris Carter's second chance with a tasty kernel morsel of an idea—the one from episode 14, "Lazarus," which, as you might remember, I gave a so-so rating to (as an episode) but thought had a creative premise (with a good lead actor).
  In terms of the rewatch, I didn't initially remember watching this episode; hell, it's been 16 years. But then, as if in a dream, there was a specific scene involving a tiny statue of a diver at the bottom of a saltwater fish tank, and voila! A flash came over me, and I was 14 years old again, sitting on the couch on a Friday night, goosebumps rising on my arms, completely freaked out.

James Franco, the new king of all media

Howard Stern may still be the self-crowned King of All Media, especially since he just sealed another obscenely lucrative deal with Sirius XM Radio. But James Franco is fast becoming the media man of the hour. See him seduce and make out with himself in a mirror! (It's part of a New York Times series called "14 Actors Acting.") Weigh in on whether you think he'll be a good Oscars co-host with Anne Hathaway! Check out his award-worthy performance in 127 Hours, where his life-saving (and arm-detaching) move as hiker Aron Ralston is so overwhelming it's caused moviegoers to puke and pass out! And for General Hospital junkies, breathlessly await Franco's return in February to the daytime drama! (He's been on the show twice before, starting in '09, and his psycho artist character, named Franco, apparently isn't finished wreaking havoc on the melodrama's denizens.) That's scads of exposure. Lucky for him, Franco is so unassuming and non-Hollywood that he's not likely to face a backlash from all this attention. Anyway, who could get tired of looking at that face? Not me.

The Great 'X-Files' Rewatch: season, 1, episode 20, 'Tooms'

I realized a couple of things while rewatching episode 20 of the first season of The X-Files:
  a) There are a whole lot of episodes in a full broadcast television season. Think about it: You have to be pretty interested in the plot arc of, say, a one-hour drama or sci-fi series to be a rapt audience to it for 22 hours (usually, a full-season run is 22 episodes, if you're keeping count). That's nearly an entire day of your life gone in a full TV season. That's a serious time commitment. Even with the ads stripped out later, it's an investment.
  b) And that gets you realizing why so many shows get canceled. (Shows bite the dust a lot faster these days than they used to—think about how fast Lonestar was pulled.) It's almost an impossible equation—like trying to make it in the music business. A good show that sticks around for several seasons is a total shot in the dark.
  Now, to "Tooms." This episode is greatly important to the series in one distinct way: It reprises the role of a great character who got a turn on the show in just its second episode (Eugene Victor Tooms starred in the freaky-as-shit "Squeeze"), foreshadowing similar "reappearances" of popular characters throughout the series (like a comic book's format, say). This would become one of The X-Files's franchises, so to speak.

Great debates: 'My So-Called Life' vs. 'Freaks and Geeks'

These are two of the best five shows of all time to last only one season. ABC didn't know what to do with My So-Called Life in 1994. NBC couldn't figure out Freaks and Geeks five years later. Both helped to jump-start too many careers to count. Both are more popular now than they were when they aired, and will forever have a place in the Cult TV Hall of Fame. The question is: Which was better?
  For all the similarities, there were differences as well. MSCL was certainly heavier, even a little too mid-'90s angsty for some. Chalk that up to coming from thirtysomething producers Edward Zwick and Marshall Herskovitz, who helped shape the show for creator Winnie Holzman. But it portrayed that time pretty fairly, in my humble opinion. And it also had an underrated sense of humor: Rayanne Graff and Brian Krakow were very funny characters.
  Freaks and Geeks came from a happier, more innocent place: early-Reagan-era Michigan, circa 1980. Sure, there were depressing times for the Weir clan, just as there were for the Chases, but creator Paul Feig and producer Judd Apatow kept things lighter in tone. Plus, they wore their pop-culture loves of the time proudly on their sleeve: whether it was music (Rush), movies (The Jerk) or TV (Dallas).

The Great 'X-Files' Rewatch: season 1, episode 19, 'Darkness Falls'

I clearly remember watching this episode at the age of 14—and probably due to my high angst levels, regular intake of Danzig and hatred of pretty much everything, I panned it. A swarm of prehistoric, mutant fireflies wreaking havoc on a bunch of loggers? Men in cotton-candy cocoons (à la B-horror movie Killer Clowns)? Mulder and Scully getting bitten to near death but surviving? "Lame," the 14-year-old me surely said.
  Sixteen years later, I actually thought this was a decent episode. It didn't knock my socks off with its fright levels (see: "Squeeze") or with a great big dosage of wit and banter between Mulder and Scully (there is little in the episode). But it brought up two seemingly unrelated themes and wove them together in a cool way: a) environmental protection, and b) the fear of being isolated in the woods. 
  Oh, and there was also an unexpected nod to my current TV geekness, which made this episode rewatch all the more fun: A much younger and mustachioed Titus Welliver, aka Lost's Man in Black, aka the Smoke Monster, co-starred as an "eco-terrorist." His death scene is extremely hokey—a swarm of mutant bugs eats him alive—but it was great to hear his laid-back delivery and see his menacing face once again.

De Niro's 'SNL' is long 'Little Fockers' ad

Big-name celebrities host NBC's iconic but wildly uneven Saturday Night Live because they have something to promote—a new movie, a TV series, a tour. So, it should come as no surprise that Robert De Niro took full advantage this weekend of the shameless self-promotion that the show encourages. I'm just amazed at how over the top it was.
  Hey look, it's Ben Stiller, De Niro's co-star in the upcoming comedy Little Fockers, making an unannounced cameo during an awkward, unfunny skit about ... Little Fockers! And there he is again, in an even worse skit about … hell, I don't even remember, it was so bad. In between skits, plenty of Fockers trailers. On the plus side, De Niro was the centerpiece of a clever mock ad that parodied those earnest TV spots for literary trash/subway reading, and dished out a few chuckles in drag in a separate rap bit with Diddy.

CW falls unsubtly for T-Mobile's myTouch

Oh, hello! Is this an image from a fun, festive, Tikki-themed phone ad? Why, no, it's a laughably unsubtle product placement brought to you by the CW—everybody's favorite network, where vampires and humans can copulate in harmony and teenagers have eating disorders for only one episode.
  I have to admit that I'm actually kind of a sucker for the CW's souped-up new 90210, but not only was this week's episode unforgivably plotless, it was also guilty of obnoxious brand-whoring in the first degree. A little video chat on a T-Mobile myTouch between baby-feminist Erin Silver and Blaze editor Navid Shirazi was completely irrelevant to the plot. Granted, there isn't much rising action, climax and denouement at a high school Luau (for the record: an event way too embarrassing for any teenager to be realistically psyched about), but couldn't they at least pretend to try? Perhaps Silver could have accidentally witnessed a brutal homicide occurring behind Navid (maybe a metaphor for the writers killing off what was left of the artistic integrity they had before working on this show).