Instead of settling for a whack with a machete or a clawhammer to the back of some schlub's head, Final Destination opts for cacklingly elaborate Rube Goldberg style kills. Death's been at this whole thing for millenia, so he likes to spice it up. This is more of a depraved black comedy than a horror flick, really. Once you claw past the carnage on the plane, the body count really isn't that high either.įinal Destination does get around to carving its cast apart into bloodied, fist-sized chunks, it all seems worth it. It kinda follows that if I don't really care about anyone in the flick, I'm not all that invested in reconnecting severed friendships or sobbing into my Fruit Loops over a barely-there dead girlfriend. I mean, this isn't Friday the 13th Part CCMIIXI that's lining up the cattle to the kill floor: it takes a stab at trying to flesh out these characters with something like a personality, but it doesn't really work. Unlike the sequels - especially the cacklingly depraved wall-to-wall slaughter of Final Destination 2 - the original Final Destination wastes entirely too much time on one-note characters and room temperature drama. Death still has seven names to check off its list, and unless Alex and the other survivors can pick up on the subtle clues it tosses around to dive of the way in time, they'll each have to face something a hell of a lot more gruesome than a mid-air fireball. Turns out that Death has a plan, and Alex borked it up. Dozens of his pan-seared classmates are bobbing around in the Hudson River, but Alex's premonition saved his and six other lives.for a while, at least. Everyone else is too busy grousing about missing a half-day in the City of Lights as the plane finally does take off. When that same scenario starts playing out again, Alex flips out and is shoved off the plane, and one of his teachers (Kristen Cloke) and a handful of his classmates (Kerr Smith, Amanda Detmer, Chad Donella, Seann William Scott, and a too-foxy Ali Larter) are dragged out with him. The plane that's shuttling him and the rest of his class to Paris is still twiddling its thumbs on the tarmac, but just a few seconds earlier, Alex had a premonition that this oversized Boeing would explode shortly after take-off. Alex (Devon Sawa) wakes up in a feverish sweat. Think of it as a slasher movie minus the slasher: these red shirts aren't squaring off against some deranged nutjob in a fright mask or a half-assed Gorton's Fisherman they're pitted against Death itself, and Death has a pretty psychotic sense of humor.īoom. Why Final Destination is still a hell of a lot of fun ten years later.
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