Both a tribute to the cannibal
exploitation films of the 1970s/80s—Cannibal
Holocaust, Eaten Alive, Cannibal Ferox et al.—and a unique yarn in
its own right, this novella, set mainly in an eerily quiet jungle on an unnamed
Caribbean island, explores what happens when people suffer for the sake of art,
when yelling “cut” is not enough to stop the carnage. The cast of characters, a
group attempting to make a cheap B-movie, ranges from the loathsome—Tito
Bronze, racist sleazebag and director of “blood and beaver pictures”—to the
loveable—Cynthia, a timid actress who finds her courage. The story is brisk and precisely plotted. Each chapter switches to a
different character’s point of view, heightening the tension and creating a
very cinematic feel. And unlike a great deal of genre fiction, this doesn’t
overstay its welcome; the whole thing can be read in one long sitting. Horror
fans, especially, will find a lot here to please the palate: skinned corpses,
maidens on stakes, anatomically twisted natives whose speech sounds like bad
dubbing, a pig-head hat, good old fashioned people-eating and, most importantly,
a memorably hair-raising finale that will whet their appetite for whatever dish,
human or not, Cesare cooks up next.
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