This time, the plot kicks off with a premonition of a rollercoaster accident – it was a plane crash and a motorway pile-up in the first two films – but unfolds identically, with the kids who miraculously escaped death getting splattered in freak accidents which seem to be the work of malign fate.
Essentially, the whole Final Destination franchise is like the Chuck Jones’ Road Runner and Coyote toons, with the same joke being told over and over in ever-more elaborate ways, with punchlines that are as painful as they are spectacular. Luckily it’s a good joke, and this threequel – which brings back series creators James Wong and Glen Morgan – keeps up the standards of decent characterisation. Among the featured unsafe workplaces: a tanning salon, a DIY warehouse and a gym...
