U.S. DVD Release
Something just isn’t right on a little Caribbean island and reporter Sara and geologist Vincent are smack dab in the middle of it! When Sara discovers a dead body in Vincent’s guest hut, the trail of death leads both of them to a secret cult of angry, displaced villagers headed by the super sexy Papaya. What does the cult want and why are they so intent on stopping the construction of nuclear reactors by Vincent’s company?
First lemme just drop the 411 on those of you hoping for cannibals, there ain’t any. None. Zero. There’s not one single cannibal on display in this film. As a matter of fact, Papaya isn’t what you’d call a “Love Goddess” either as she’s just another operative in a group of revolutionaries bent on halting nuclear advancement on their island. Papaya uses sex to lure members of the construction company to their doom and that’s about freakin’ it. There are really only two instances of “flesh-eating” and neither can really be chalked up to “cannibals.”
Disappointed? If you go into this ONLY expecting cannibals, then yeah I can see people being a little pissed. Never fear though, there’s some fantastic nudity generously sprinkled throughout this Joe D’Amato snoozer, enough to keep you at half-mast. While the sex wasn’t hardcore, there weren’t even any hardcore inserts; the sight of a nude Melissa Chimenti is more than enough to please any sleazehound. I won’t lie, Shirpa Lane’s birthday suit isn’t anything to sneeze at either but I, personally, can’t get past that disaster of a face.
Was Papaya, Love Goddess of the Cannibals exciting, tense and interesting? Hell no! The locations, cinematography and score were decent though and, when it comes to sleaze, you could probably do worse.
Folks, if you’re not a sleaze aficionado, Shirpa Lane fan or Joe D’Amato devotee, this film just isn’t going to be for you. It’s erotic, boring and misleading. I enjoyed it for the very little it offered but I’m a filthy pervert with a passion for Italian exploitation. If you absolutely must see it and you’re not familiar with the works of Joe D’Amato or Italian sleaze, be sure to rent only.
