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Hardcore X-Files fans know there have been no real endings on the show,” creator Chris Carter explained to TV Line this week, defending last night’s disappointing finale of the show’s eleventh season. And he’s right. If you’ve been watching “The X-Files” since the very beginning, you’ve come to expect finales that ask more questions than answer them. Finales that lack, well, any real sense of genuine finality.

But if there was ever a time to *finally* give us a real ending, I can’t help but feel that last night was that time. After all, Gillian Anderson has made it clear that she won’t be back for a twelfth season, making the Season 11 finale the final hour for Mulder and Scully. Granted, the show *could* continue beyond Season 11, without Scully in the picture; but if only in the “as we know it” sense, last night was something of a series finale. And yet, Carter’s patented lack of storytelling commitment again reared its ugly head.

Really nothing was certain in the Season 11 finale, with Skinner, William and the Cigarette Smoking Man all “killed off” in ways that were far less than definitive. Sure, CSM is *probably* dead after being shot a few times by Mulder, but Skinner’s “death” was questionable at best while William’s murder was rescinded by Carter in a final moment that weirdly echoed the post-credits scene from 1987’s live-action Masters of the Universe; the reference, I assume, was anything but intentional.

As for that whole global contagion storyline the show had been building to since 2016, it was brought to a highly uneventful conclusion with the apparent death of CSM.

Just about the only thing the Season 11 finale left us with, for certain, is that Scully is pregnant with Mulder’s child… for real this time. Mind you, we spent many years believing that Mulder and Scully already had a child together, but Season 11 of course revealed to us that William isn’t actually Mulder’s son. This time, Carter seems to promise, one of TV’s most beloved duos has truly created a child of their own; a child we’ll surely meet in 20 years when FOX decides to again cash-in on nostalgia and bring the show back for one more revival.

After eleven seasons and 218-hours worth of investment in “The X-Files,” it was hard not to be disappointed by a finale that really didn’t feel like much of one. I’ll admit that Scully’s reveal to Mulder got me choked up, but aside from that sweet little moment, it was yet another finale that suffered from Chris Carter’s refusal to give us one.

A shame, considering he was *this close* to a perfect conclusion to the saga.

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In the final moments of Season 11, the Cigarette Smoking Man shoots “Mulder” directly in the head; “Mulder,” of course, turns out to actually be a shape-shifting William. The real Mulder then pops up behind CSM, pumping bullets into his chest and (presumably) killing the season’s big bad. Mulder and Scully embrace, heartbroken by the “death” of William but given a shared glimmer of happiness with the reveal that Scully is pregnant.

Of course, we knew right off the bat that the “Mulder” shot in the head by CSM wasn’t actually Mulder, as that’d be way too definitive of a finale for a show that’s always been insistent on *not* wrapping anything up neatly with a bow. But, and hear me out here before you jump on me for suggesting Mulder be killed off… what if it was?

My perfect ending for Season 11? Mulder is shot in the head by CSM, followed by second Mulder popping up behind CSM and killing him. We, along with Scully, assume that William was the one shot and that Mulder #2 is the real Mulder, but William reveals in the final moments that he’s actually Mulder #2. The real Mulder *was* shot in the head. And Scully has FINALLY been reunited with William. Not William in the form of someone else, but William as William. With Mulder dead, mother and son walk off to an uncertain future.

It’s a shocking twist that Carter was seemingly setting the stage for, and holy shit would it have blown minds if he had the balls to go for it. And really, why not kill off Mulder? With Anderson not coming back for another season, what sense is there even trying to continue the show, as is, without her? Does anyone really desire a version of “The X-Files” with Mulder but without Scully by his side? Again, the Season 11 finale was the perfect opportunity to actually give us a *series* finale; going forward, Carter would be free to start anew.

The death of Mulder would’ve brought a true finality to the series – it also would’ve been one of the most shocking end-caps in television history, as certainly nobody would’ve seen it coming – and Scully being reunited with William would’ve been the perfect note to end her story on. The great wound of Scully’s life is having a son that she was forced to abandon, so it would’ve been heartbreaking but also hopeful to leave her with William, and really only William, by her side. As for Mulder, he would’ve died ensuring that reunion happened.

Horribly depressing? Absolutely. But sometimes finales need to be.

Writer in the horror community since 2008. Editor in Chief of Bloody Disgusting. Owns Eli Roth's prop corpse from Piranha 3D. Has two awesome cats. Still plays with toys.

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Neon-Soaked Cult Classic ‘Vamp’ Starring Grace Jones Still Has Bite 40 Years Later

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Grace Jones and Dedee Pfeiffer in Vamp

College kids, strippers and vampires—those were Donald P. Borchers’ only requirements when he approached Richard Wenk about writing and directing a movie for New World Pictures. As requested, Wenk cooked up Vamp (1986), a tailor-made blend of the decade’s teen movie craze as well as its horror boom.

Grim and earnest stories were still very much a part of the ’80s horror landscape, yet Vamp is something of a comedy. One difference between it and, say, Saturday the 14th, though, is the former avoids using schtick. Wenk’s movie proves that horror comedies also don’t have to subtract thrills from their recipes. Of course, it takes a minute before reaching that point; college antics and culture shocks preface this one macabre misadventure.

Vamp‘s initial setup is apt for a typical college-set, sex-driven comedy; to bribe their way into a fraternity house, two pledges (Chris Makepeace, Robert Rusler) go looking for some adult entertainment. Without wasting time on any further exposition, the characters embark on an all-in-one-night trip that quickly detours into terror.

To procure their elusive MacGuffin—a stripper willing to gyrate for some frat boys—Keith (Makepeace) and AJ (Rusler), plus a third wheel named Duncan (Gedee Watanabe), trade the safety of their remote college campus for the seediness of some unnamed city. The setting is recognizably L.A. by day, but as soon as night falls, downtown, along with the characters, slips into a kind of surreal universe. Director of photography Elliot Davis gave this early entry on his prolific résumé an unusual yet distinctive look; that Mario Bava-esque, magenta-green lighting is omnipresent, so much so that it’s almost its own character. 

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Chris Makepeace and Robert Rusler in Vamp

The faint comparisons to Martin Scorsese’s After Hours are merited, although not just because of Vamp’s distinguishing nighttime aesthetic. Save for the primary characters, the supporting roles in Wenk’s movie are also quite colorful and transactional in their behavior. The difference here, though, is the additional urge to ruin Keith and his friends at every turn. Some of that harm is humorous and tolerable enough, whereas the moment Vamp dishes out its first fatality, it’s abundantly clear how this movie qualifies as horror.

Vamp falls into that category of horror movie that reveals its genre with a scream rather than a series of whispers. The opening scene can function as a hint of what lies ahead—things are not at all what they appear to be—but otherwise, Wenk is more than happy to hold off on the horror. When that time does come, though, it catches the viewer off guard. In addition to the pure shock value is that sudden decision to upend the movie’s foremost feature. Or so it would seem.

If afraid of major spoilage, those new to Vamp would be wise to stop reading here. There’s just no skirting around the fact that the central fellowship in this buddy movie hits a serious snag when AJ is killed. That development causes the story to become more of a “long, bad night” journey for Keith and his romantic interest. So while Wenk scores points for subverting expectations, there is also a touch of sadness in his decision. Because if Vamp does anything well, it’s making the characters likable.

Something that comes easily to Vamp—and other teen horror movies from this same era—is its ability to invent young characters worth caring about, or at the very least, are interesting and not so immediately off-putting. More impressive is how Wenk did all this without actually fleshing out those characters. Still and all, Keith and his kind are a grade above cookie-cutter, and in some cases, aren’t completely devoid of growth.

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Grace Jones in Vamp

Vamp appeals with an assorted cast of characters. No two are the same, nor are they operating on the same wavelength. The cinematically extroverted AJ, whose actor conveyed charm and vulnerability in near equal amounts, comes alive when he’s at his most undead. Makepeace then makes the chronically cautious Keith a sympathetic fellow, even as he’s more and more affected by the night’s bizarre events. Meanwhile, Duncan is indeed the designated loser of the whole bunch, but Watanabe still manages to humanize him. As a bonus, the role didn’t require him to pull a Long Duk Dong.

As for Dedee Pfeiffer, she is plain adorable as the mysterious After Dark server nicknamed “Amaretto”. She spends all night fixing her dress strap while at the same time trying to get Keith to remember how he knows her. As their offbeat romance grows, it becomes another highlight of this movie. Whether or not Pfeiffer’s character is really a vampire also creates some welcome tension in the story.

Like a lot of its contemporaries, Vamp went on to become a bit of a cult classic. That current status is determined by several factors, but without a doubt, the casting of Grace Jones is the most considerable. The image of her writhing on that unique-looking chair, a Keith Haring original, springs to mind whenever this movie is brought up.

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Chris Makepeace, Billy Drago and Paunita Nichols in Vamp

Prior to that first display of unequivocal horror, local vampire queen Katrina (Jones) took to the stage and delivered a strip show like no other. One would expect nothing less from that renowned model and performance artist. By now reports of Jones’ tardiness on set are no secret, yet it’s also hard to deny her commitment to the part of Katrina. It was, in fact, Jones who took charge of her character’s appearance—on top of Haring painting her body and that now-iconic chair, she had Andy Warhol handle her costuming. And not too many actors could seize a room’s attention without saying a single line of dialogue.

In 2022, Vamp received a retrospective novelization from Encyclopocalypse. This literary union of preexisting source material—Wenk’s original screenplay—and new ideas from author Christian Francis amounts to a more comprehensive visit to the After Dark Club. The basic story there is no different than what’s shown on screen; however, Francis gets creative with the characters’ origins and designs, and he enhances a number of key scenes.

The novelization expands on the urban and social decay of the main setting, and supplies a background for the After Dark Club. Sandy Baron’s character, Katrina’s emcee and familiar, is given ample motivation for sticking around; up until the fiery end, he is loyal to his friend and former business partnerSqueak, who looks like he wasfed through a combine harvester, and left as nothing more than a heap of mangled remains. Then there is Billy Drago’s character Snow, the leader of a street gang called The Dragons. His reason for menacing Keith and AJ is more altruistic than in the movie; he and his peers act tough to scare off any potential food for the vampires. 

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Lisa Lyon in Vamp

If not for all the backstories, Francis’ Vamp would be a hell of a lot shorter. Instead, this tie-in read dives into how AJ met Keith—the orphaned Anthony Joseph hailed from a broken home back in Brooklyn—and how their friendship flourished over the years. Keith’s archership is no longer just an assumed part of his entire being; it’s a confidence-building extracurricular for a boy who got picked on before coming into the protection of the new kid in town. These supplemental, in-depth looks at the protagonists, plus their close connection, are maybe unnecessary. The movie already did a fair and concise job of addressing their platonic intimacy without the need for flashbacks and insights, specifically in that scene where AJ lays it all out as he sacrifices himself.

Where the novelization gets off course is its approach to the minor characters. Intermittently backstorying the likes of Katrina’s indentured servants, Seko (Leila Hee Olsen) and Vlad (Brad Logan), ends up disturbing the flow of the writing. Was it absolutely essential that readers know Vlad was the Grand Duke of the House of Romanov, or how Snow’s accomplice Maven (Paunita Nichols) became so dentally challenged? No, not really. However, one’s mileage with these random biographies may vary.

The novelization is a more substantial experience, but for a movie like Vamp, less is more. And as plentiful as they are, it never simply coasts on its campy charms, either. The character work sits comfortably in that realm between cursory and meticulous, the script is sharper than first realized, and Greg Cannom’s vampire makeup is straightforward yet effective. Most of all, the movie didn’t squander its out-of-the-box concept. Richard Wenk made his vision of acomic nightmare in which just about anything that can go wrong doescome true, and it is very enjoyable.

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