By Brian Orndorf
Iâ€™ll give â€œThe Final Destinationâ€ this much credit: it cuts straight to the chase. The fourth installment of this dubious horror franchise brushes away story, characterization, and suspense to plunge straight into the squishy gore zone. And, for this round of splatter, the nightmare has been augmented by random 3-D effects. â€œFinalâ€ is a colorful package of scares and snickers, but itâ€™s pure routine, handled anemically by filmmakers more interested in shameless profit than invigorating genre creativity.
At a NASCAR-style event with his friends (Nick Zano, Haley Webb, and Shantel VanSanten), Nick Oâ€™Bannon (Bobby Campo) has a vision of unimaginable terror, watching in horror as a majority of the spectators (including Krista Allen, Mykelti Williamson, and Justin Welborn) are killed in various unspeakable ways. Urging the gang out of the stadium, Nick watches as his prophecy comes true, leaving the group shell-shocked. Recognizing that death is still coming after them, Nick frantically attempts to thwart destiny, hoping to decode his visions and save the oblivious survivors from a far more grisly fate.
Travel all the way back to the year 2000, and youâ€™d find â€œFinal Destinationâ€ to be a slick, clever horror film that successfully distorted clichÃ©s to manufacture its own velocity of carnage. It was an unexpected treat, offering audiences a heaping helping of jocular brutality, sold through a Rube Goldberg-style presentation that twisted each kill into a chain reaction of demonic afterlife purpose. The formula was extended for two dismal sequels, both of which failed to seize the same ambiance of shock the first film was built rather wonderfully upon.
â€œThe Final Destinationâ€ forgoes any substantial pass at a story to tie the madness together, sprinting ahead as a straightforward cheap thrill machine, balancing a skeletal narrative on massive batches of fatality. Director David R. Ellis, returning to the fold after his work on 2003â€™s â€œFinal Destination 2,â€ approaches this fourth lap around the track in a dispiritingly clinical manner, arranging the death set-pieces with all the excitement of a slaughterhouse part-timer, glumly going through the motions with nothing more than a paycheck motivating his enthusiasm. Ellis has never revealed much of a personality during his directorial career (â€œSnakes on a Plane,â€ â€œCellularâ€), and â€œFinalâ€ only encourages his tedious vision.
Even gifted the cheat of 3-D to jolt audiences, Ellis canâ€™t electrify the material in the least, ticking off sequences one by one, concentrating more on shock value gristle than intoxicating builds of suspense. Itâ€™s a given the audience will be one step ahead of the picture, especially with three other films covering the exact same ground with diminishing returns, but â€œFinalâ€ is positively asleep, doling out the expected with minimal pop.
Not helping the cause is the pedestrian screenplay by Eric Bress, which offers a bizarre undercurrent of racism to help make the film even more uncomfortable. The acting is also hideous, hoisting much of the drama on the backs of untested actors who canâ€™t handle the weight. Obviously weâ€™re dealing with unfussy horror mechanics, but the ensemble fails to provide the requisite anxiety, often looking upon agonizing death as a mild nuisance akin to a hangnail or a lengthy stoplight. Theyâ€™re meat for the slaughter, but without sufficient terror in the face of extravagant annihilation, the young performers deflate â€œFinalâ€ long before it has a chance to show its fangs.
With escalators, lawn mowers, pool pumps, car washes, and ultimately a 3-D movie used to grind and chop up this collection of one-note clowns, â€œThe Final Destinationâ€ reheats the package of fate and premonition with snoozy panache. Thought the title all but demands finality to the franchise, something tells me the â€œFinalâ€ at play here is more wicked irony than a welcome promise.
- Olsens talk Fuller House – will they do it? - April 25, 2015
- Batman injured; Goodbye cancelled - April 25, 2015
- SNL alum joins Zoolander 2 - April 25, 2015
- First Look : Jared Leto as The Joker! - April 25, 2015
- Some new Terminator : Genisys TV spots - April 25, 2015
- Another Avenger joins Captain America : Civil War - April 24, 2015
- Zach Galligan, Gremlins reboot is calling! - April 24, 2015
- Trailer : Area 51 - April 24, 2015
- Trailer : The Visit - April 24, 2015
- Production kicks off on Evil Dead series - April 24, 2015
Against the Current - the band, not adventures in dangerous swimming 101
Zedd - If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? (Well, answer my question!)
Arrow (Okay, Felicity from Arrow!)
Chrissy Costanza (cat eyes and buttery lyrics!)
Girls (TV) (Okay, Allison Williams!)
Movies - especially when they play in the dark.
Twin Peaks (TV)
Friends (TV) (It had me at "No way are you cool enough to pull Clint"; damn straight, Chandler!)
Traveling - preferably where water is, so I can splash someone!
Star Wars trilogy - no, the other one, fella!
Alex G - far more talented than her younger brother Alex H
Cameron Crowe movies - Say Anything..., Jerry Maguire, Almost Famous
The sign 'Free Wi-Fi'.
Reenacting dance/song scenes from "Grease" with my little girl (hey! Wait till you see my 'Summer Lovin'! - don't judge)
Die Hard - 40 stories of Sheer Adventure!
Alex Goot & Friends (his enemies aren't half as talented!)
Cooking up a nice dish and sitting in the entertainment area, on a cool night, basking in it's greatness.
Inflatable kids pools full of Vodka Lime Crush.
Acidic Email from angry, over passionate teenagers after I trash something "Twilight"-related on the site. Sparkle elsewhere.
My baby girl's big, caring heart.