Teleplay by Chris Carter ; story by John Shiban & Frank Spotnitz
Directed by Kim Manners
This was another episode I really
wasn't looking forward to rewatching. I originally thought that the amount of
gore in the episode was repugnant, especially by the standards of 1990s
broadcast television, combined with the often turgid levels of the voiceovers
throughout made this one of the worst episodes that The X-Files would do in its
first seven seasons. However, many of the writers of the series, particularly
Carter and Spotnitz considered it one of the more significant episodes they
would do ever. And more than a few reviewers of the episode consider it one of
the series more profound episodes. So, I figured I had to, at least
figuratively, open my heart to it. And much like when I reexamined The Field
Where I Died in the middle of Season 4, it seems that I had vastly
underestimated it, and given my profession, that's a little unforgivable.
If we were to view Milagro as a straight
X-Files episode, then of course it would end up
near the bottom of the pile. The
central investigation deliberately goes in circles, seems to have no motives or
reasoning, and ends unsatisfactorily. But what I didn't really understand is
that the case is really not supposed to be about the murders involving psychic
surgery. It has to do with writing, and in
a sense writing about the X-Files. The central story is really about
Philip Padgett, a man who wants to write a story about Mulder and Scully, and
so in order to do so must immerse so totally in the world that he becomes a
character. In a certain sense, Milagro is also about Chris Carter, and what's
it like when your creation basically begins to control you. It may not be
subtle that the episode begins with Padgett ripping out his own heart to come
up with inspiration for a story about our heroes, but that's part of the point.
This episode wouldn't have doable
had it not been part of the continuing theme of Season 6 - investigating Mulder
and Scully's lives more closely. We've had Mulder swap his life with another
man, we've had them analyzed by the X-Files they're examining, we've had them
re-imagined in a domestic setting, we've had their lives repeated over and over
again. So the idea of having our heroes become the characters of a writers fits
in very nicely with this. What probably unsettled so many viewers -- probably
this one as well - was that unlike Darin Morgan or Vince Gilligan, Carter plays is entirely straight and
earnestly, examining Scully as a woman who has sacrificed so much of her career
that she finds herself now considering the workings of her own psyche. The fact
that she is being studied by a writer who is so clearly stalking her - he
follows her into a church out of the hope she might come there, he moves into
Mulder's apartment building just so he would have a chance to see her more
often - that the scene where he and Scully seems to be on the verge of
seduction shouldn't work at all. But it does, mainly because Carter seems to be
making a statement about whether writers should be able to control their
characters or vice versa.
None of this would be possible
without the brilliant performance of John Hawkes as Padgett. One of the great
character actors of our time, he does something that shouldn't be possible -
more than a few actually. For starters, the prose that makes up Padgett's novel
is very purple, bordering on pretentious. (It should be, after all, it's Carter
speak.) But given his ability to deliver and the plaintive earnestness that
involves most of it, it actually manages to sound like a pretty good novel..
And his prepossession even when Scully finally comes into his apartment, and
realizes just how deep his obsession with her is rather remarkable: he
maintains a level of equanimity throughout that we've come to see only in the
behavior of some of the most intense serial killers on this show. (Of course,
he is one, after a fashion, but its
hard to realize that.) The scene that he
shares with the killer that he's created is also very haunting - we know from
the scene that he's literally talking to himself, but he finally seems to
realize whether or not he is letting his art control him. He is told this by
Scully, and she openly complains about, but he realizes at the episode's
conclusion that the best possible ending for his work may not be the most
humane, as he finally realizes that the monster that he has created is actually
himself.
I'm still not prepared to rank this
as one of the best episodes of the series, or even the best of the sixth
season. It is still a little too gory for even a viewer used to the bloodiness
of pay cable to enjoy, and frankly the bloodiness borders on being superfluous
more than once. (What was the point of seeing Padgett at the end, with his
heart ripped out). And even though you know this episode is way too
self-conscious on purpose, that doesn't make it seem any less ridiculous at
some point. But it features one of Gillian Anderson's best performances, and
its definitely far more watchable than it seemed the first time around. And as
someone who has more than once had to struggle on making his characters do what
I want them to do, I can certainly appreciate the struggles of Padgett - and
Carter - a lot more than I did the first time around.
My score: 4 stars.
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