The Final Destination: Critic Reviews

Once again, a group of pretty young things who have escaped the opening disaster proceed to die, one by one, as fate catches up with them.

Since not even 3-D can put your eyes out, our only hope is that this time, the title is a promise and not a tease.

Witty, ingenious, horrible entertainment.

The Final Destination is the movie equivalent of a struggling strip-mall store wedged between Metro PCS and a pawn shop. Someone please foreclose.

With the exception of Williamson, the actors are as disposable as their characters, and there is no story to speak of.

Death, Be Not Boring would have been a better title for this fourth installment in the teen splatter franchise.

Whatever hints of originality lay in the series' previous editions have been all but sucked out of this one.

It's not frightening in the least, with only a few amusing moments, a pedal-and-forehead-to-the-metal race track crash opener, and then you just keep time by counting off who survives the initial slaughter, who awaits death when "their turn" comes.

Death comes in 3D but everything else is tedious.

[A] silly and predictable fourth installment in the lucrative thriller series about pretty young people attempting to cheat death.

Imagine a film that features an endless cavalcade of people being eviscerated in the bloodiest and bone-snappiest of ways, yet which somehow manages to inspire the audience to envy the victims.

screams 'made for TV'

There's absolutely no reason for The Final Destination to exist other than the only one Hollywood studios really care about: a cynical cash grab. [Blu-ray]

Like too many horror franchises, a premise that was once scary has evolved into something campy and self-aware.

...if you've seen one such movie, you've seen them all, and one is too much.

If The Final Destination is what horror fans want these days, be very, very afraid.

Selling bland fatalism to kids, it's the work of crooks.

The characters are crash-test dummies, with dialogue to match. Yet Eric Bress' script is mockingly self-aware, framing the film as the ultimate example of violence as entertainment.

The film showers you with gore while dumping a motor engine in your lap and poking you in the eye with a burnt stick.

The final (really?) film in this lifeless franchise about the inevitability of death, which typically comes in the form of some grisly three-dimensional accident.

The new film has been expertly shot in 3-D, and the extra dimension does punch-up the impact of the franchise's famously intricate set- piece snuffings.

A tired imitation of the first film in the series, the 3-D offers little to improve this vacuous and unnecessary sequel.

Where some of the previous installments have been quite clever, the focus here is entirely on angling the camera so that something else can rush at us.

As a thriller, it's damn effective. It had me sitting anxiously on the edge of my seat, knuckles whitened, not because of a gory death, but because of the suspenseful build up to one.