Virginia is for lovers, but West Virginia apparently is for flesh eaters.

Superhuman, cannibalistic, Appalachian, mutant mountain men are the bad guys in Wrong Turn, where it's not the sun making necks red; it's blood. Specifically, the blood of six attractive twentysomethings who stumble into cannibal territory, where they meet the mutants, all of whom have craniofacial issues that would make them excellent Extreme Makeover candidates.

It's not a good sign in these slasher movies when you're rooting for the attractive innocents to get slaughtered.

Emmanuelle Chriqui, who keeps howling "I ca-a-a-a-n't" while on the run, couldn't get wasted soon enough for me (incidentally, based on the jiggle factor, her boobs are the most scared of all). Also wasteable is the guy who wanders into a shack filled with machetes and rotting flesh and decides the first thing he needs to do is turn the stereo off.

Frankly, these dopes deserve to die. But that's true of most slasher movies, and if Wrong Turn doesn't come up with anything new, at least it does a few things well. There's a dandy car crash, a couple of clever camera moves, and at least three genuinely startling moments. Which is to say that it's not great but, as Texas Chainsaw Massacre knockoffs go, this one gets the job done.