Bob @ Beauty in Ruins

When your story opens with a rich young man who is enjoying a life doctors said he would be forever denied, a lackadaisical priest who is more interested in his opium than his collar, a drunken sailor who likes to pick at his underwear, and a carpenter with a plastic cast of a woman's breasts in his bunk, you know their halfhearted attempt to Christianize the cannibals isn't likely to go smoothly.

Of course, when the island is populated by savage brutes and Cannibal Cuties, you can rest assured that there's going to be some depraved fun to be had along the way.

Bo Noir tells a fun, darkly humorous tale of coconut cunnilingus, bloody brutality, banana buggery, and human pig roasts that captures the spirit and the language of a different time and place. With the entire story framed by a dying old man confessing the crimes of his past, we not only get some guilty asides and impatient promptings, but some antiquated euphemisms that are pure gold. Additionally, in place of the implied racism you might expect from such a narrator, we get some genuine affection for the natives and, instead, a very gentile sort of disdain for the politics of war.

The fact that the actual cannibalism is played more for laughs than for horror, without exaggeration or embellishment, is almost as shocking as the wild sexual abandon of Lord Dingleberry and his savage Angel. Cannibal Cuties is definitely an odd tale, alternating between cheesy erotica and slapstick adventure, but it's cleverly framed and certainly a lot of WTF fun throughout.