Hardly the disaster its reputation would have you believe, Rawhead Rex is a perfectly fine, very average creature feature with a, yes, very unfortunate immobile prosthetic head. The caravan attack is decent and so the golden shower is surprising.

Next to the Rawhead Rex costume, even the Kroffts’ kiddie monsters H.R. Pufnstuf and Sigmund Ooze start to look lifelike by comparison.

Rex himself is always seen so clearly, his glowing red eyes forever unable to peer through scenery because all the surroundings are visibly lit up.

With a dog of a script from Clive Barker, the film failed to inspire a Pavlou-vian response.