Judging from all American horror flicks, America’s cinema certainly loves killing young adolescent teens, and it has been done with fun with the burden of exploiting the brains, or so to speak frankly about the “Final Destination” franchise. These enjoyably crazy movies exist on a absurd do or die situation: accepting survival or be bolted bottom ward by Death.
This afterlife force basically in charged as the dumb no life (literally) baddie is clearly a demon that is not to be messed with. Judging from the preposterously circuitous accidents he devises to devilishly do his work, that mean guy is either the religious fan “Saw” or, perhaps just absolutely numbingly bored.
In the previous “Final Destination” movies of its series, things were pretty smooth. The unexpected airplane crash, the gross looking villain, a few street fights and lastly, not to be missed: explosions and action.
Introducing “Final Destination 3” – the destination is continued – a random rollercoster gone off its tracks certainly promises lots of action. Directed by James Wong with absolute alienation to almost anything except generating ideas to display dead on movies, the third chapter lacks the change of the first few, nonetheless, the movie presents a twisted hint of humor that gives the series its sadistic and artistic sense of enjoyment.
“Final Destination 3” is rated R for obvious reasons. The cine has awful violence, annoying words and occasional slips of the breasts. From me to you, there is one word: Enjoy, and if you must, watch the previous of its series.