2009-03-31

känner du räääven, sa cancer till ryssen

Apart from dreaming of croquet, my other only comfort is the x-files. I have reached the second half of season six and one of the best characters so far is Krycek, the butt-boy. He’s drawn to powerful men and they in turn take pity on him (in turns), not because he’s any real asset (yeah, apart from his ass), but for his beauty. Also, he is fickle, and this is what the men with the power and the secrets get off on. Cigarette-smoking man with friends. And enemies. Krycek has a special connection to Mulder, to whom he is drawn not only because of Mulder’s intellect and authority, but of his humanity, something Krycek is deprived of and fascinated by. Everybody treats him like shit, Mulder included, and that’s what Krycek gets off on. He doesn’t want to be loved, he wants to be hurt. He wants to be dirt. And Mulder is a dimwit for not taking advantage of it more. And that's the paradox of the Fox - too humane to really use people like he should, and too "out there" to really see people for what they are.

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