Survivors of a suspension-bridge collapse learn there's no way you can cheat Death.
Similarly first time feature director Steven Quale only really shows any flair when dealing with on screen slaughter, but Final Destination movies are all about the kills and this delivers the thrillingly icky goods.
Ridiculous, but fun for a bit.
Some of the gags here are terrific, with a merciless set-up and tease, well-placed red herrings and a frequently hilarious pay-off.
One stand-out set piece aside, even the presence of a new director can't inject much freshness into the franchise. Time for death to call in sick?
Although the exposition scenes distract from the grisly business of throwing sharp things show-stoppingly screenwards, writer Eric Heisserer and director Stephen Quale’s witty kills are such a blast you may wish they hadn’t wrapped the series up so neatly.
There’s blackly witty ingenuity here without too much misanthropic sadism, and a genuinely neat chronological twist that I didn’t see coming, despite one conspicuous clue.
Surprisingly inventive.
This film will do nothing for those people intending to have laser surgery for short sight.
Ingenious deaths create fun black horror comedy.
No surprises, but plenty of laughs and gasps. Roll on number six.
I have to admit it appealed to my wanton inner child.
Has Final Destination reached its nadir?
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