In French, to consummate and to consume are the same word, linking (at least linguistically) acts sexual with acts cannibalistic. Because both represent a loss of identity, the juxtaposition is not wholly inappropriate. During sex, two bodies become one; at the height of passion, the boundaries between egos and objects melt away. As for cannibalism…well, you are who you eat. In director Umberto Lenzi’s Eaten Alive by Cannibals, this notion of cannibalism as a metaphor for incorporation is, um, sensitively explored through a plot that places “sophisticated New Yorker” Sheila Norris in the heart of New Guinea, the “emerald jungle,” looking for her missing sister amongst a “savage” cannibalistic cult. Needless to say, rape, torture, dismemberment, and bad dialogue ensue. Although Lenzi’s films are an acquired taste, Eaten Alive nevertheless merits attention, especially as we continue to celebrate the independence of this country, where cannibalism is outlawed, from England, where cannibalism is OK—at least if it’s practiced at sea or by cows. Eaten Alive screens at 8 p.m. at the Lucky Bar, 1221 Connecticut Ave. NW. $2 (suggested donation). (202) 331-3733. (Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa)