Final Destination

Year: 2000
Director: James Wong
Cast: Devon Sawa, Ali Larter, Seann William Scott, Amanda Detmer
The two sequels were virtual carbon copies of this film, with the exception of the third, which didn't reference the others in any way (apart from the sneaky references to the number 180. As such I enjoyed the third instalment probably a lot more than it deserved simply because I saw it before the other two.

As in each other story from the trilogy, an everyday teen about to embark on an adventure (in this case a plane trip to France with his French class) sees the immediate future in which he and the other passengers die horribly as the plane explodes.

Waking from his premonition-induced trance, he freaks out and demands to be let off, inadvertently taking several of his classmates with him.

When the plane explodes exactly as he imagined, it seems like vindication for his vision, even though it ostracises him from plenty of his former schoolmates.

But the nightmare is only beginning as the other people start dying in the order they left the plane, and dying horribly. Death, it seems, has a plan, and the hero (Devon Sawa) has upset it, causing Death to throw the mother of all hissyfits and dispatch each intended victim in turn in ways as convoluted as they are horrible.

The main point of difference in this instalment is that Death is something of a supernatural force (watch for the water spilling out from the tiles in front of the toilet and then drawing back. In Final Destination 3, the supernatural element is abandoned and Death is much more adept at setting up outrageous traps using real world physics.

Good fun, sitting squarely in the teen horror genre spawned by Scream and its contemporaries.

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