Written & Directed by Chris Carter
Ah, free will versus determinism.
The philosophical question that has plagued man since we climbed out of the
primordial slime. Writers have been trying to thread that particular knot
forever, and its probably not a huge surprise that such a massive debate has
spilled over into television. (A few years after The X-Files ended, Lost would come into being, and make
that one of its key cornerstones - and probably the shakiest part of the
series.)
The X-Files has delved into the
subject more than a few times, starting way back with Clyde Bruckman, an
episode where the central character was convinced that the future was already
written, and therefore action was pointless. The series has visited the subject
quite a few times since, whether dealing with whether the patterns of a single
day repeated over and over could change because of fate (Monday), whether or
not a single could be the focus of events and somehow be a part of luck (The
Goldberg Variation) or whether or not man could change his fate given the
ultimate power to do so (Je Souhaite) It's a heavy subject to deal with, which
may be the reason that the X-Files chose to deal with it strictly in comedy.
The last word on the subject would appear to be Improbable, in which centers
ourselves on trying to find a single pattern in the everlasting chaos of dead
bodies, and centers around the ultimate referee - God.
Burt Reynolds gives one of the most
delightful performances in the history of the X-Files. The X-Files has rarely
relied on big name guest stars in its key roles - at first because it was so
lowly rated it couldn't afford; and ultimately because the series didn't really
need them. Here, however, Reynolds is perfectly cast, using his level of charms
and well-aged veneer to look like a wise man who genuine seems to have seen it
all. But despite all that, he demonstrates himself being a man who can here
every part of the universe unfolding in a pattern that only he can hear. And
yet, he seems to hold that the characters in his dance have choice in what they
do. He wants the woman who loses her paycheck in the same slot machine every
week to finally win, even though it only pays off the moment she is no longer
in the equation. He believes the serial
killer who decides to kill can make the choice not to kill, even though he
never does. And he believes that the FBI agents who come to the garage where he
has been waiting for them to play a game of checkers are capable of realizing
the truth without him having to point them in the right direction or even
having to do anything to save their lives.
Its rather a shame that Chris
Carter, the all-knowing creator of this universe, has been, in many ways, the
weakest part of the X-Files. His mythology episodes have driven the series into
a swamp from which it can't escape, and his standalones have often been the
most awkward part of it. But every so often, he shakes it off, and delivers an
episode of true imagination. Here in his final standalone, he swings for the
fences, and for the most part succeeds spectacularly. Everything in this episodes moves in a stylized
pattern, sometimes very subtly, sometimes with a music that you can't
expect. From the shuffling of cards in
the opening, to the movement down the hallway of the FBI, to the movement of
the split screens. Its one of those gems that makes you realize the brilliance
Carter some times had in episodes of true merit such as Triangle or How the
Ghosts Stole Christmas. And what it does in an episode that plays like a
brilliant comedy is tell another story that is incredibly dark. We have a
serial killer who the script only refers to Mad Wayne, who seems to be driven
by impulses that not even he can fully understand -not that far removed from
the killer in Clyde Bruckman, who simply killed because he was a homicidal
maniac.
But unlike Bruckman, the murders are actually
less of the point to the story. Reyes comes to the case under the impression
that a series of deaths are linked because of a group of numerological
patterns, something that Scully doesn't want to accept - until she sees the
pattern on the bodies. The FBI doesn't want to accept the patterns either -
they look upon her and her theories the same way Mulder looked upon the
Stupendous Yappi. And the debate seems to be answered by the way that Scully
and Reyes argue about it in the climatic scene in the garage, though neither
seem willing, in the end, to accept that the observer was God.
All of this makes Improbable sound
about as entertaining as an existentialist lecture. When in fact, its one of
the funniest episodes since Je Souhaite.
The X-Files has been doing so well by delving back to its dark roots
that its refreshing to know that it hasn't forgotten how to laugh at itself.
It's so nice to see Anderson being
whimsical again, after a season where all she's basically had to do is cry on
cue. And its good to see that Patrick and Gish have a gift for comedy that
could have served them a lot better had the series been willing to stop taking
itself so seriously the past few years. And watching the episode take itself so
lightly almost makes the final message - that God may be written to everything
- actually seem comforting in a series that usually takes messages from the
divine so heavily.
It's not entirely perfect. After
everything we've seen for most of the episode, its a little hard to accept the
final musical number as something that verges on overkill - though I suspect
the pattern and stylization is part of the point of the episode. And the
episode does resolve itself a little too
easily when Doggett shows up at the last moment to shoot the killer before he
gets Reyes. (Do you call it deux ex machina when God is actually there?) Honestly, though, my main
problem is that it smacks a little too much of Clyde Bruckman's resolution for
me to happy. But these are minor complaints for an episode that is a lot
smarter than anything we've seen in awhile, and a lot more amusing too. If this
is the final say on the subject, its a good resolution for me.
My score:4.5 stars.