As anticipated, the miniseries feels like a time capsule. There’s no attempt to incorporate new trends in horror storytelling, such as the sprinting zombies of “28 Days Later” or the torture-traps of “Saw” or “The Cabin in the Woods.” Even the fashion has a nineties vibe. At one point, Mulder talks about looking something up on “the Net.” He and Scully are as dowdy and shambolic as ever.
I, for one, am glad. I would’ve been disappointed if “The X-Files” had returned as a slick, modern reboot. Today, pop culture worships badasses. Everyone cultivates a fashionable, skin-deep vulnerability; underneath, they’re superheroes with jujitsu skills and heads full of put-downs. “The X-Files” pre-dates this trend. Often, Mulder and Scully were confused and powerless; in the end, the bad guys got away, slinking back into the woods (or the Pentagon) to lurk forevermore. In that sense, “The X-Files” was pretty realistic, when you think about it.
A Return to the Nostalgia of “The X-Files”
The New Yorker, January 23, 2016