A feather-light sliver of total inanity courtesy of a post-Star Wars George Lucas, who produced this at the same time as Labyrinth. It cost a fortune to make, and made pretty much none of it back. Even Caroline in the city looks bemused.
Balancing on the fence in between family fun and suggestive spoof, Howard’s as filthy as you might expect – smoking, swearing and crotch-scratching – and delivers some terrible quacks. There’s a reason it won four Razzies.