| Cast overview, first billed only: | |||
| Jenny Pudavick | ... | Kenia | |
| Tenika Davis | ... | Sara | |
| Kaitlyn Leeb | ... | Bridget (as Kaitlyn Wong) | |
| Terra Vnesa | ... | Jenna | |
| Ali Tataryn | ... | Lauren | |
| Samantha Kendrick | ... | Claire | |
| Victor Zinck Jr. | ... | Kyle | |
| Dean Armstrong | ... | Daniel | |
| Sean Skene | ... | Three Finger / Vincent | |
| Blane Cypurda | ... | Three Finger (8) | |
| Dan Skene | ... | One Eye (as Daniel Skene) | |
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Tristan Carlucci | ... | One Eye (9) |
| Scott Johnson | ... | Saw Tooth / Orderly | |
| Bryan Verot | ... | Saw Tooth (10) | |
| Arne MacPherson | ... | Dr. Ryan (as Arne Macpherson) | |
Follows a group of friends that decide to go snowmobiling during their winter break. They make a "wrong turn", getting lost in a storm, and seek shelter in an abandoned sanatorium. They are completely isolated by the storm and are thankful they can get out of the elements. But the sanatorium has a troubled past, and some of its former patients still reside there and are not happy about the intrusion. In a deadly game of cat and mouse, the college kids must fight to survive the night. Written by Tristan Williams
A group of college students (hot, young babes with tightly fitting sweaters and studly men with Justin Bieber hairstyles) go for a snowmobile joyride but they end up making a 'wrong turn'. Freezing and unable to survive the elements for much longer, they're forced to seek shelter in an abandoned sanatorium, of all places, to wait out the blizzard. Oddly, no one seems to be all that creeped out about their surroundings; they're too busy boozing, smoking pot, and fondling each other. Their bliss doesn't last long though and, come morning, the group of pretties are stalked, tortured, and in the worst case scenario, eaten alive.
Did we really need a prequel for this franchise? Was it not plainly obvious about the origins of Saw Tooth, Three Finger, and One Eye? They're seriously deformed, inbred hillbillies who delight in maiming, murdering, and munching on people. What difference does it make that they were locked up in an institution except to play on an overused horror flick location?
Sadly, the ONE guy who could act was unceremoniously fed to the wolves. (The cannibal fondue was a bit much.) I've heard more voice inflection and genuine emotion from someone reading the ingredients off a cereal box. When you're getting paid to see just how many buckets of fake blood a person can handle getting dumped on him/her, I guess nothing else matters. Everything in Wrong Turn 4 went overboard and not in the exploitation-done-right way. Hopefully, this misrepresented prequel is the final insult in a series of increasingly hacked-up sequels.