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.
