A world-class extreme athlete returns to save the world in the big, dumb, and fun xXx: Return of Xander Cage . Review by Matt Cummings It goes without saying that no one will be lining up to give xXx: Return of Xander Cage any awards, unless there's a Scantily-Clad Hottie or Ridiculous Stunt of the Year category I'm not familiar with. And yet, for all its big dumb hyper-sexual nature, the film is fun and filled with enough cheesy one-liners to float its ridiculous premise upon, while entertaining us through what's already been a terrible January movie season. Anyone looking for thespian acting in these flicks should be leave the theater immediately, lest all the sexuality and brazen man-action sweep you under its giant tires. xXx doesn't care what you think of the B-movie action genre, because it's having way too much fun to listen. Ignore the raised pinkies of the common critic, and you'll be treated to all the normal trimmings: leather-boote