For horror film enthusiasts, Final Destination and Final Destination II were a pleasant surprise. The original film presented a youthful but talented cast. It also offered a remarkably original premise injected with a bit of dark humor. Quite a treat! Moreover, while Final Destination II had a thinner plot, the technical effects were completely unexpected -- utterly groundbreaking. The mature casting granted the film an interesting sense of plausibility. So phenomenal a visual-spectacle is the second installment of this film that I shared it with my film class! Onto Final Destination 3. Not only are the actors ridiculously inexperienced (this is the first foray into acting for some), they seem to be utterly unaware of their less-than-mediocre talents. This is not a problem of editing, this a serious problem with casting. These actors literally have their foundation in television-acting (check the bios) ... and we are talking bad, bad cable acting (or the WB). The talent is so heinous that you hope for these actors deaths. The problem: the deaths lack creativity. The first two installments of this franchise used viewer-misdirection to shock its audience with appalling death-scenes. In this instance, the deaths are both predictable and obvious. A tremendous disappointment, indeed.
And, for those Final Destination fans who think they are going to see a slightly dumbed-down echo of the first two films. ... think REALLY dumbed-down. The grotesque caricatures of teens, the ridiculously vulgar humor, the gratuitous nudity, and the excruciating writing was shocking. It is unusual to see a director deliberately ignore a film's cult-following. Not only did the director ignore the intended audience for the film, but Wong insulted that audience.
For all horror enthusiasts: be prepared to leave the film angry (the SLOPPY, SLOPPY conclusion only contributes to the desire for a refund.) Trust me. This is not Final Destination 3 . . . This is Friday the Thirteenth Part 40 . . . it is base, it is amateurish, and it is an utter disgrace.
And, for those Final Destination fans who think they are going to see a slightly dumbed-down echo of the first two films. ... think REALLY dumbed-down. The grotesque caricatures of teens, the ridiculously vulgar humor, the gratuitous nudity, and the excruciating writing was shocking. It is unusual to see a director deliberately ignore a film's cult-following. Not only did the director ignore the intended audience for the film, but Wong insulted that audience.
For all horror enthusiasts: be prepared to leave the film angry (the SLOPPY, SLOPPY conclusion only contributes to the desire for a refund.) Trust me. This is not Final Destination 3 . . . This is Friday the Thirteenth Part 40 . . . it is base, it is amateurish, and it is an utter disgrace.