It was the summer of '94, when randomly skimming through my idiotic Leonard Maltin movie guide, I discovered an intriguing yet haphazardly produced film entitled Xtro. After reading Maltin's critique, I was still curious of the films content, regardless of Maltin's bad review. Despite all the hubbub, I finally sat down in my new pad and watched this so-called bad movie. A quick opening scene zipped by, that of an Englishman Sam, played by Philip Sayer who's playing in the yard with his son Tony. Thereafter an Xtro, or alien, abducts Sam who then returns 3 years later as an alien. At this point Sam rapes a woman who then gives birth to a full grown man, the new and improved Sam. Monotony occurs when Sam returns to his wife and the film dawdles in scenes where a midget clown turns Tony's nanny into an alien breeding machine. As you can see Xtro has its good and bad moments. However, even if these scenes (i.e. the pregnancy scene) may seem revolting, they were done for a reason:Hint, the birth of the 2nd coming (ala the film Begotten). If the director Harry Bromly Davernport had eliminated these ingredients for "family viewing" (ala, Leonard Maltin) we'd have motel art. In short, a composition is not completed until it has its colours, and Xtro is filled with 'em. Xtro represents the security from fear, disturbance, and bigotry; in effect Nirvana. As you finish watching the film you'll understand why. I deeply recommend Xtro for cult buffs who relish grade Z production. However, those repulsed by gore should stick with a Spielberg production.
