We shouldn't be here. - Nina
The original WRONG TURN is the definition of a Cult Classic. The film was dumped by its Studio upon its theatrical release and the MPAA didn’t help matters by wielding the axe hard on its TV Spots and Trailers – hurting its promo in the process. Since then (2003 that is) the flick found its audience on DVD and is considered by many (this dink included) to be a groovy little genre gem.
Which brings me to the STD sequel WRONG TURN 2: DEAD END that’s being unleashed upon us on October 9, 2007. Color me red and call me a slab of dead pork; what a surprise! What could’ve easily been another heartless cash-in, shelf polluter wound up being a solid sequel that knew which buttons to push to satisfy. It was as good if not a tad more amusing than the original. Who knew! As cooked up by Chef Joe Lynch and screenwriter Turi Meyer, this bowl of grisly and chunky “how to make a good STD sequel” chili went a little bit like this:
tablespoons of extreme, creative and outlandish gore gags that kept slapping a
smug smile on my smug mug.
2 cups of tongue in cheek humor that made the whole go down smoother than hooker ass.
of badass Henry Rollins going Rambo on them damn inbreds as he freaking should;
kicking ass, taking names and owning all.
1 tablespoon of stylish visuals that supported the already swift pace of the picture and that made sure to keep my eyes riveted to the screen.
1/4 cup of tits and butt shots via yummyliscious Crystal Lowe. My pants thank her.
1/2 cup of dead-on one liners and witty dialogue.
1/4 cup of
slyly expanding on the inbred clan from the original; giving them more screen
time and more interaction between them; hence more personality.
2 tablespoons of disposable “victims” that I couldn’t always predict as to when they’d check out. That jive added to the oomph of the body count.
2 cups of taking a “Reality TV Show” angle and actually managing to make it enjoyable and fresh as opposed to played out and lame. Lets face it the “Reality TV Show” device in films usually sucks Giraffe balls.
1 pinch of cheeky horror movie references that will warm any horror fan's dead beat, black as stone heart. TCM, The Blair Witch Project, Dreamcatcher… and more!
Stir all that within a human skull with the top lopped off i.e. cannibal made bowl. Then throw the mix hard against a wall; watch it stream down till it hits the floor and yup; you've got a hefty serving of Wrong turn 2; a STD sequel with heart, balls and a sick sense of humor that kept rubbing me the right way (wait till you what the vegan dame has to go through… he he he).
Granted the film was far from original story wise; clichés within the “inbred” subgenre were plenty. Furthermore the eye popping action/stalk set pieces that I so relished in the first one were mostly absent here; lower budget = more down and dirty approach, for better and for worse. Finally some of the lead characters were annoying as hell (Jonesy anyone?) but at least it made the cheers I yelped out when they bought the farm count two fold. All in all; Wrong Turn 2 was what it was and proud of it. A fun, hilarious, blood-spattered and shamelessly exploitive ride that aimed to divert and succeeded it at it in spades. Bring on Wrong Turn 3 (and Joe Lynch at the helm)! I’m there with a necklace made of ears on!