Bloody Beginnings does its best to bloody up its beginning as quickly as possible; after a scenery-chewing psychiatrist speeds through the necessary exposition – we’re at a West Virginia psychiatric hospital filled with incest-mutated psychopaths who can’t feel pain and, of course, “There’s a button to open all their cells in case of fire,” duh – Wrong Turn 4 jumps straight to that psychiatrist being torn limb from limb (quite literally).
After a brief lesbian-sex interlude (yep, we’re solidly in B-movie territory now), a group (What’s the appropriate term here? A murder?) of teenagers find their way to the now-derelict sanatorium, inevitably inhabited by murderous hillbillies. It’s a significant change from the earlier Wrong Turn films, which were largely set in darkened woods. It feels removed from its predecessors but there’s real appeal in the creepy aesthetic of an abandoned hospital.
We’re a long way from the intelligent protagonists of Wrong Turn here – these guys like to engage in healthy activities like checking out the basement; they actually say “let’s split up, we can cover more ground that way.” It’s cookie-cutter stuff, and while it’s nowhere near as fun as Wrong Turn 2, it’s a distinct improvement on the dismal third instalment.