Q: The Winged Serpent (1982)

As someone who dislikes cities, NY isn't a place I’d ever want to visit. In Larry Cohen’s NY there's a giant, flying creature from myth and legend literally picking up amateur actors and dropping body parts in its wake.
There’s also an open-minded cop; a weaselly, opportunist crook; and an Aztec death cult member getting happy with a ritual-killing knife; all of whom somehow have relevance to the randomness. It’s idiotic but it’s easy to get swept up in the nonsense, meaning it’s the good kind of idiotic. Even when there's not much happening the ominous music keeps the tension ticking.
Michael Moriarty gives his all to a B-Movie that thankfully didn't end up lost and forgotten, which is a fate that many cheap monster movies suffer.

3 crunchy, bite-sized heads out of 5