Intelligent, handsome, courageous, loyal, geeky and blessed with a super-dry sense of humour and great hair, what is not to love about Fox Mulder?
Well, okay the obsession with the paranormal and aliens is a bit of a downside, but as Osgood Fielding III famously said, “Well, nobody’s perfect”.
I was a huge fan of the X-Files back in the ’90s and am incredibly grateful to Channel One (what used to be Virgin 1 before it was sold to Sky, in case you were wondering) for reshowing the show from the beginning. (We’re just starting Season 2 on weekdays, with Season 8 (the one with Robert Patrick) at the weekend.)
Sometimes stuff you loved first time round doesn’t quite stand the test of time, but often the only things that give away the age of the X-Files are the size of Mulder and Scully’s shoulder pads and cell-phones.
Mulder’s suit jackets aside, there is much to catch the eye of the geek-girl about town. He’s not pretty-boy handsome but he’s definitely easy on the eye. I would be more than happy to get up close and personal with those lips. I’d even fake an interest in psychic abilities, crystal healing and crop circles if necessary.
In Mulder’s defence, in the X-Files universe there are actually weird things going on. If I lived somewhere that actually had flukemen and shapeshifters, I’d be grateful for his efforts to explain it all with such passion and thoughtfulness.
And he treats Scully as an equal – how refreshing is that? She saves his ass as often as he saves hers, and he’s never less than grateful for it.
Finally, and it should never be allowed to pass without notice, the makers seem to be pandering more to the female gaze than the male. Scully doesn’t wander round half-dressed, but Mulder does. Frequently. For that too, we give thanks to Mr Duchovny and Chris Carter.
Posted by Jo the Hat