Tagline: When Tony grows up, he’s going to be just like daddy!
Director: Harry Bromley Davenport
Writers: Harry Bromley Davenport (story) Ian Cassie (writer) Michel Parry (story) Robert Smith (writer)
Starring: Philip Sayer, Bernice Stegers, Danny Brainin, Maryam D’Abo, Simon Nash, Peter Mandell, David Cardy, Anna Wing, Robert Fyfe, Katherine Best, Robert Pereno, Sean Crawford, Tim Dry, Susie Silvey, Arthur Whybrow, Anna Mottram
18 | 1hr 21min | Horror, Sci-fi
Xtro is a grim little sci-fi horror which proves infinitely more interesting than it ever had the right to be.
Produced by New Line Cinema and a pre-Nightmare on Elm Street Robert Shaye, it is a low-budget affair with some relatively inspired special effects of the variety that will leave you feeling rather queasy. The movie is a British production which has the grainy filter and gauche editing of a terrestrial episodic horror show, and it is devastatingly bleak, without a hint of the self-awareness or reflexive humour usually found in exploitation films of its kind. It is this stark minimalism, combined with a morbidly colourful eye for the creative, that makes the film work – although I’m pretty sure that some people will hate it.
The story is a rather familiar one, a sort of nihilistic Close Encounters of the Third Kind with a little Alien thrown in for good measure. It is the tale of a young boy named Tony, who continues to have nightmares about his missing father after he vanished in a flash of extraterrestrial light, but who is presumed missing for more salacious reasons. Tony’s dreams grow rather extreme when a spacecraft crash-lands in a nearby wood and a couple out driving experience the fatal sting of a backwards-crawling creature who seems to materialise as if from the primordial ooze. Tony is convinced that his father is trying to reach him in ways that can’t be explained, a fact that his elders put down to his overactive imagination, and when he awakes in a mysterious pool of blood it somehow fails to impress his jaw-droppingly dismissive GP, who disregards the young boy’s sheath of crimson as standard growing pains, and presumably heads back to the surgery to snort some more ether.
Wasting no time in fulfilling its convoluted mission, the alien creature soon impregnates a neighbour lady with a life-sized clone of the kid’s father, Sam (Sayer), leading to the quickest, most uncomfortable pregnancy you are ever likely to witness – providing you can bear to look. Unfortunately for the newborn Sam, his wife, Rachel (Stegers) has shacked up with city photographer Joe, but that doesn’t stop the suspected runaway from moving in on his former family, nor does it deter him from honing in on their improbably beautiful tenant Analise (D’Abo), who you will no doubt recognise as future Bond girl Kara Milovy from 1987’s The Living Daylights. A long way from the glamour of Hollywood, Analise soon becomes an integral part of the returning Sam’s monstrous plan, one of intergalactic crossbreeding, hibernation, parasitic transmutation, malevolent circus midgets and murderous toy soldiers. I suppose we all have to start somewhere.
Sam claims he can’t remember a thing about where he’s been or where he came from, but after Tony catches him gorging on his precious snake eggs, the kid grows understandably suspicious that all is not as it should be, and Sam is forced to reveal his secret and a whole lot more. Before long, father and son grow very much alike, and a rather bizarre recruitment plan gets underway in a manner that would no doubt please a young David Cronenberg, while acts of telekinesis and macabre magic pay due homage to the writing style of the great science fiction writer, Alfred Bester, whose novel of the same name the movie is loosely based upon.
After mashing Tony’s pet snake into pulp with a wooden mallet, an elderly neighbour has her apartment broken into by a life-sized toy solider, which after achieving some kind of plastic reality blows her door off with his rifle and hacks her to death with a bayonet.
Most Absurd Moment
Chosen as an alien breeding machine, the divine Analise is wrapped in a web of hibernation, her mutated body laying several alien eggs, which are then placed in a fridge full of gook by a midget circus master formerly of Tony’s toy collection.
Events grow considerably stranger from there.
Most Gruesome Special Effect
Impregnated by means of some kind of gross, sucking appendage, a neighbour lady falls unconscious. A little while later she collapses in the kitchen, and after a disgusting pile of pulping viscera spills from between her legs, so does the presumed-missing Sam, his fully grown form tearing its way out in a manner both incredulous and disturbingly convincing.
I get the feeling that Xtro is one of those movies you will either love or hate. Sure, it is badly acted with low-grade production values and shoddy editing, but that’s not the reason why I believe it will divide opinion. For those of you who actively watch this kind of fare, its deficiencies probably won’t offend you, nor will its relentlessly bleak aura. In fact, those people will probably find it relatively creative, and even quite charming in its surreal absurdities. Others might view the movie as a joyless experience absolutely bereft of pleasure, and in many ways they would be right to.