But a movie about young (hot) (gay) people taking a mysterious wrong turn in the woods well those I always have time for, so we come to me watching the new Wrong Turn. It's okay? I mean it's goofy without meaning to be, its reach exceeds its grasp, but I'm kind of tickled that we're getting Ari Aster rip-offs in 2021. That (forgive me for using this term) the "Elevated Horror" boom of the past several years has now trickled down to the, you know, less elevated places. It's like Meryl Streep's cerulean speech in The Devil Wears Prada, but with skulls getting caved in in the place of expensive belts. Maybe you'll be pleasantly surprised.
Wednesday, February 24, 2021
Wrong Turn (2021) in 250 Words or Less
Commendable for trying something new for sure, the seventh (wtf how) film in the Wrong Turn franchise is a hard reboot like throwing your Nintendo down the stairs when it started skipping was a hard reboot -- seems they listened to the criticisms about the expired stereotypes of Inbred Redneck Southerners, bless their hearts, and so you won't see a single toothless Bubba abouts. I don't know if that's a spoiler, or better yet I don't care if it is, because that's the only damn reason I watched this movie -- I only know I saw the second Wrong Turn because I see that I posted about it back in 2008, and otherwise I sat out the majority this franchise. Wasn't anything I clamored for.