But the wire, the wire turned to lizard skin And when he climbed it sagged

Managed to get out today for a short time on my own. It was wet and windy but I needed to see how mobile I actually am and if there’s a current limit on how long I can be on my feet before if I have any pain. I managed to walk into town and from there to pick up Soren from school. Feeling it now a little, of course.

Watched an episode of The X-files, “3”, about vampires. It’s likely that the last – and only – time I saw this episode was in the nineties. I have a distinct memory of disliking it. I think I was troubled by the subject-matter: a fetish-scene crossing over with vampires and, particularly, Mulder’s simmering gothic-noir hero sexuality (at the end he smoulders, wearing his white shirt unbuttoned in a perfect modern representation of a nineteenth century Romantic hero). No doubt I didn’t like his attraction for the damaged femme fatale. The cod-Anne Rice vibe also would have irritated me.

Twenty-five years later – crikey! this was aired a long time ago – I actually appreciate it far more and it makes me realise how my tastes have changed or, which is more likely, how superficial my “reading” of things used to be. It’s no masterpiece by any stretch of the imagination, but there are some pretty engaging things going on in the episode. The styling of the episode is very nineties, especially the vivid saturated colouring (the completely red interrogation scene stands out for instance). The fetish LA nightclub scene is also of the period and reminds me of Buffy The Vampire Slayer and a hundred other movies and shows at that time that tried to stage alt culture scenes. I also like the femme fatale. We’re misdirected into thinking she’s part of the trinity of vampires and it’s only in the final act that we realise that Mulder has worked out she’s actually the victim, the prey of the vampires. She’s damaged: first by an abusive father and then a violent lover. She mixes up violence (and its product, blood) for love and Mulder positions himself to be her saviour. (Though I think today we’d question how he could justify allowing a romantic – or at least physical/sexual – relationship to develop between them. Maybe he’s vulnerable without Scully.) The ending of the episode is rushed and a little clunky but, overall, I think it’s a worthy standalone (Scully-less) episode.