So I’ve never seen one of these.
Now hold on just a second. When Final Destination first came out there was no real reason to. It didn’t look special, it was that dumb looking movie with that puffy faced Devon Sawa kid and Stifler. I was too young to know who Tony Todd was.
Just when did these movies get respectable anyway? I remember when the last one came out people were still referring to the series with out and out disdain. Yet when I mentioned to a few horror fan friends that I’d never seen a Final Destination flick, they acted as if I had just said “You know I’ve never gotten around to watching Night Of The Living Dead. Halloween neither.”
I figured I might as well check one of The Final Destination films for 31 Days Of Horror. But which one? Well probably best to start at the beginning right? Then again I have heard that Part 2 really is the one to see. But Part 3 stars Mary Elizabeth Winstead, and she’s ahem- er… Well best to just watch them all then. So for the next four days (The fifth Final Destination just left the damn dollar theater) It’s Final Destination Fest here at 31 Days Of Horror. We will find out just how many ways you can skin a teen.
Things get off to a relatively low key start with Final Destination. Upon boarding the plane our hero receives a vision of the plane going up in a giant fireball (Truth in criticism this is a pretty darn impressive sequence). Understandably freaked out by this, he panics and gets himself and a random selection of students kicked off the plane. Which then explodes. Dun dun dun.
39 Days later after the memorial service and the unveiling of a statue dedicated to the victims, the random selection of students begin to die off. Why, Death decided to wait until after the memorial service to begin offing the principles is a little sketchy. I guess he just wanted to give everyone some time to pay their respects. Death may not be proud but you cannot say that he isn’t polite.
I’ll admit I’m still not entirely sold on this one. I mean it’s fine, but there’s nothing to really differentiate it from the host of WB horror that was being released around that time, save Tony Todd’s great one scene appearance. The whole mechanic it devises for “Death passing people over” is pretty sketchily drawn. And it even does that annoying thing that horror films were doing at the time of naming all their characters after famous horror figures (Valerie Lewton? Ker-rist).
The death’s are all pretty low key, without any of them reaching the Rube Goldberg craziness I’m told the series reaches earlier. Only one, involving a cracked mug, a bottle of Vodka, a house fire, some kitchen knives and a spice rack really hits any entertainingly ludicrous heights. Like I said there’s nothing really wrong with the film, it just feels sort of workmanlike.
Then again I have always been told that Part 2 is where shit gets real. So we shall see.