Director James Wong returns for more bloodshed in the third part of the death destiny series, FINAL DESTINATION 3. The set up is the same as the first two FINAL DESTINATION films. A high school student envisions a horrific disaster just minutes before it occurs, tries to convince everyone that the vision is true, and then following the catastrophe attempts to cheat death in order to spare her and many others lives. This time around, the premonition comes to Wendy, a high school yearbook photographer, and it surrounds a disastrous roller coaster ride.
FINAL DESTINATION 3 is like watching a chain reaction version of a series of ITCHY AND SCRATCHY episodes. Neither of the films are as funny or half as clever as THE SIMPSONS fictional cartoon duo, and the pain in watching some of the film’s deaths is nearly unbearable. The enjoyment of the movie is supposed to be derived from watching elaborately staged death sequences where teens are mutilated via nail guns, car crashes, tanning beds and other assorted objects and devices. For those with a more sick and twisted funny bone, FINAL DESTINATION 3 is merely an extremely violent cartoon to laugh at. My problem is that the film doesn’t play that way. Certain scenes and characters provide some semblance of humanity, and these individuals genuinely struggle with the events that are occurring around them. FINAL DESTINATION THREE is a continued testament to the drastic decline in horror films. Avoid this painful dance with the reaper.
Grade: F
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