The Mad Cook of Pymatuning (which, sadly, cannot be eaten with a tuning fork)

Picture it: a New England summer camp in 1952.  (Give yourself a high-five if you thought "...Sicily" instead!)

Toss in a bunch of white boys who are 99% completely uninterested in bonking the one chick who is not on the staff but somehow allowed in the camp.  Next, add a Token black guy who pops up with the exact history book needed to identify weird crap that is going on with the camp's new 'guide', a kooky Indian touting the bad mix of loinclothery and sadism.  Frankly, the fact he was like 50 years old and perfectly ok