"Wrong Turn" is a horror film that tries to do for West Virginia what "The Deliverance" did for Georgia. Heading into the woods hasn't seemed like such a bad idea since "Blair Witch". Thankfully this time we have clear and steady cinematography.

The story starts with a car crash involving a SUV and a vintage Mustang in the middle of the West Virginia. Sadly as in most films showing the American (US) wilderness it was actually shot in rural Ontario because there are hardly any wild open spaces left for the kind of vast shots of wild nothingness that were used in the film.

As the young adults come out of the crash they start disappearing almost immediately. It seems that they happened to have had the misfortune to end up within the turf of some inbred mutant "mountain men". These guys are essentially inbred hillbillies or rednecks that have evolved into creatures that make the guys in "Deliverance" with a fondness for pigs look normal. The victims are the typical young white folk in horror films that come up with bad idea after bad idea and seem to stick around the scene way too long after some serious red flags. All of the women of course left their bras and anything other than short shorts back at home.

The first bad idea involves breaking and entering into a large backwoods Hansel and Gretel type of old cabin that of course turns out to be owned by three chaps whose family tree never forks. After seeing a collection of yuppie car keys and then Tupperware and pickle jars full of various human body parts they still don't leave. Instead they poke around looking for a phone, even ignoring the fact that there is a boiling cauldron in the main room with various bones in it.

Despite b-movie acting and a lack of ambition in taking a creative idea and developing it into something serious, this is a fun movie. While I wasn't terrified it caught my attention much more than say "Night of 1,000 Corpses" did. And I actually had to see it twice since at the first showing I had to leave fairly early in the film as the female who accompanied me stormed out, always a good sign of a horror film doing something right. They could have shown a bit more of the mountain men within focus. Instead we are given the kind of glimpses that we had of the aliens in "Signs". But the strange language of grunts that they speak and the occasional glimpse were enough to keep me from going hiking this weekend.