Season 2 of The X-Files was brilliant. The Duane Barry story and introduction of the Scully abduction arc carry more weight now that I know where it goes. I remember making sure I was around every Friday at 9 p.m. to watch; there was no streaming, no binge-watching. I had to watch 22 episodes over as many weeks without missing any.
The show was honest and treated its audience with respect. It assumed a level of intelligence in its viewers without dumbing anything down.
I miss this.