Even though one is used to Mark Rappaport’s pathetically immobile dinosaur puppet effects by now through the Prehysteria! and other Moonbeam films, the scenes watching the dinosaurs working as chefs and cashiers, pulling Tonka toy trucks filled with rocks and only moving by being rocked on wires are embarrassing. There are inane attempts made to use them for the purposes of lame slapstick humour – the film’s absolute low point has them engaging in a game of Charades to impart vital information to Whitney Anderson.

On the plus side, Prehysteria! 3 does have an eccentric sense of humour that, if it is not the saving grace of the film, does at least make a bad effort occasionally amusing. The film is at its most amusing when it starts throwing in references to other films. “I love the smell of astroturf in the morning,” sleazes brownnosing caddy Matt Letscher. Although the film’s most amusing point is when father Fred Willard reviews a videotape of his losing game, which turns into an amusing parody of the courtroom review of the Zapruder film in JFK (1991). The film also cheekily names the two bullying caddies that aid Letscher, Bush and Dole. For some reason the film features much emphasis on Scottish culture – although it is not clued up enough to know what haggis is made of or that Edinburgh is not pronounced with a hard ‘g’.