I’ve been telling everyone I talk to that Bones and All made cannibalism sexy, the way that vampires have become sexy thanks to Anne Rice and Twilight. No one wants to hear it. It’s true that it’s a graphic and stomach-churning film, but I think it’s also extremely beautiful and creative and, like all good body horror things, works on a number of levels. To me, it’s a film that asks the question: what does it mean to consume someone?