Whelp, ask you shall receive.
Most of the time when I describe a sequel as “The same thing
but moreso,” I mean it as a criticism. But with Final Destination 2 that turned
out to be just the right approach. Final Destination 2 is just what a horror
sequel of this kind should be, bigger, bloodier and actually a good deal more
clever than it has to be.
As in the first Final Destination a young woman receives a
premonition of a disaster and her actions then prevent several people from
dying. Death slaps his bony hand against his forehead and gets to work
balancing his ledgers in a manner suggesting that Death has a lot of time on
his hands and is awful bored. Probably lonely to, I imagine after flawlessly
executing (hur hur) one of his Rube Goldberg Body Counts he turns around to
give someone a high five, only to slump his shoulders in the realization that
no one is there. Poor little fella.
Ali Larter returns from the last round, having shed the
black locks after producers realized that she made the least convincing Goth in
the entire world in the first movie. Here she looks ready to bash death over
the head with a field hockey stick. Also returning, the man with the voice to
turn your bowels to water, the man with a voice so deep it made Keith David
say, “Damn.” The one the only Tony Todd returns to bring a Tony Todd shaped ray
of sunshine to the proceedings. Then once again leaves after one scene to the
crushing disappointment of all.
Still his absence doesn’t hurt this time, simply because
there’s a lot more going on. Director David Ellis, stepping in for the team of
Morgan and Wan, has a long history as a stunt coordinator in Hollywood and he
puts it to damn good use. The deaths here have a visceral feel that was absent
to the first one. Again looking at the opening scene, semi trucks and sedans
get smashed up all over the place in your average Hollywood film, but if this
one doesn’t make you flinch you’re one cold fish.
The death scenes are cleverer too. Playing off your
expectations in unexpected ways. In one scene a seemingly doomed character
makes his ways through dozens of death traps only to be killed by a left over
plate of spaghetti. So in the next scene when it looks as though the character
in question is about to snuff it thanks to something ridiculously mundane we
buy it. Only to have his death come in the most over the top manner in the
film. The movie manages to keep you off guard. No mean feat for a franchise
whose entire gimmick is based off of the fact that you know these people are
going to die.
The same kind of care is taken with the plot. Instead of
just rehashing the events of the first film, Final Destination 2 actually comes
up with a plausible (well you know what I mean, interesting anyway) reason for
death to stalk these individuals. Final Destination 2 beats it’s predecessor in
care, creativity and energy. It’s a whole lot better than it has to be.
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