Another year, another shitty unnecessary Wrong Turn sequel--that's pretty much how I feel about the franchise at this point. The first two films were enjoyable, while the three that followed were pretty much a waste of time. Though, I'll admit that the previous flick had its moments. Despite the fact that Declan O'Brien wrote and directed the worst of the films, the studio keeps bringing him back for more. Such is the case with Bloodlines, yet another worthless installment in the needless straight-to-DVD Wrong Turn series.

The story takes place after the events of the previous movie, meaning it's still a prequel and gives an excuse to once again bring back the same old inbred mutants we've grown tired of seeing. We follow a typical group of 20-somethings as they head to the "Mountain Man Festival" at a small West Virginia town for some boozing, drugging, and sexing. Unfortunately for them, they nearly hit a man along the way. While attempting to help the man off the road, he brandishes a knife in an attempt to take out one of the guys, but a police car arrives just in time to take the man into custody.