The Final Destination is the forth in the horror franchise and the second to be helmed by David R Ellis (who directed Part 2 and Snakes on a Plane). Rather like Part 3, this is the dictionary definition of horror franchise by numbers. There's no cleverness or variation in the script structure from previous installments. Nothing is added to the franchise mythology. Just teens surviving slaughter due to mysterious preminition...then brutal death in the order they should have died originally.
While the deaths aren't as playful or as drawn out as Part 2, my favorite of the series, they are gory, inventive and very very violent. Nobody in the cast can fill the lovliness vacated by The Winstead in Part 3. So you have Bobby Campo (doing a dull James Franco impression), the marvelously wooden Shantel VanSanten as his girlfriend and a Sean William Scott/Stiffler-esque performance from Nick Zano.
This does exactly what it says on the tin. It gains points for pushing the death scenes to the fore in glorious digital 3D...as well as the best opening title sequence of the year as we see slow motion, X-ray versions of the previous franchise deaths. Nice.
