Final Destination 3

I liked the original Final Destination. Death itself is a serial killer; out to get the unfortunate teens who cheated it. Gone is the paranoia and unpredictability of the first. It's all about anticipation and dread now. Establish the arrogant teens. Establish the nail gun. Wait for it. Wait for it. SHICK! Right through the skull. Coverage of the Rube Goldberg deaths is shoddy, too. Too many cuts and blurry swish-pans make it impossible to track which dead teenager was just minced by the rollercoaster. Weak character development and lack of suspense make it just a montage of bloody accidents. Kudos though, to the bratty plastic bimbos, who relish in their superficial, queen bee, teen-speak then shed their tops for a good long time while we watch them dry-roast their boobies in the tanning beds. Let that be a lesson to you all.