Two cheerleaders, who seem to have taken acting lessons from Tommy Wiseau, are heading to a big cheerleading competition in Minneapolis. They stop in the middle of nowhere for gas, meet two guys whose car isn't working, and give them a ride.
Unfortunately the teens have attracted the attention of a messed up hillbilly family whose hobby is killing young folks. After the one eyed freaky hillbilly throws a dead animal on their windshield, they run off the road and are forced to head back to the gas station on foot.
On the way back, they manage to get a ride from a driver who turns out to be another freaky hillbilly. Personally, I'd be suspicious if there was a cage between the front and back seat, but these kids don't bat an eye until they realize they're being kidnapped. One of the guys dives out of the moving car in a bid to escape, but the others just sit there and don't try to run even once they've stopped.
The characters are supposed to be American teenagers, but it's obvious by their accents and dialogue that they are anything but. The gas is sold in liters and the station is called Pump.
When the teens manage to get the upper hand at various times throughout the film, they do not capitalize on their situation by grabbing guns or weapons to make sure the hillbillys can't hurt them. Instead, they just run off into the woods. Also I can't believe that multiple hits in the face with brass knuckles wouldn't cave in part of your skull, or that when someone's neck essentially has a spigot pouring blood, that he could continue to run through the woods.
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