Even for a slasher movie, 2003’s Wrong Turn is elemental in its efficiency. Minimal effort is expelled in setting up the stalk-and-kill plot, and the characters are uniformly one-dimensional. Despite—or perhaps because of—this simplicity, one subtextual element stands out: Much like the Sawyers in Wrong Turn’s clan of inbred cannibal mutants (or is it inbred mutant cannibals?) can almost be seen as simple farm folk defending their land. Toward the beginning of the film, a gaggle of obnoxiously citified young people break into a secluded mountain homestead under the pretense of finding a phone. They then proceed to rifle through the occupants’ belongings, opening drawers, pawing family heirlooms, and smelling the Tupperware in the refrigerator like a gang of horny raccoons. When a beat-up pickup truck comes rumbling up the driveway moments later, their fate is sealed. Maybe if they had minded their own business and just kept walking, they’d have made it down the mountain alive.