I have to keep this brief and spoilerless (ha, spoilers - here's a spoiler - lots of people die gruesome deaths!) since my boyfriend's out of town and hasn't seen it yet; we'll be going this weekend. Thankfully he understands that I would never ever wait for him to come back before going to this film myself. That's called love. But yay I get to see it a second time!
I mean... how do I rate this sort of thing? I understand this series' limitations. It's not art. It's about as lowbrow as you can get. But I don't feel guilty in the slightest about the pleasure it brings me either. I understand that these films are not for everyone, and I understand that the little bit of dialogue and plot that there is is perfunctory and poorly written and redundant from film to film. But plot and dialogue is not what these films are about and it's the good entries in the series that realize that. And there's no bones about it, David R. Ellis knows how to make a good one of this series. This one's easily my second favorite entry in the series after Ellis' Part 2 (which will never be defeated as a perfect distillation of What I Want To Watch Forever).
Clocking in at under an hour and a half and filled to the brim with devilishly sick set-pieces, and with plenty of viscera slapping you across the face thanks to the gloriously cheesy exploitation of the third dimension, The Final Destination only proved to me that I hope this series never ends, and never ever tries something outside of the formula it has perfected.
As far as I'm concerned, at this point they need to boil this shit's essence down even further! I don't need the leads to spend time figuring out what's happening. I want a lead that just runs with it from the first second. Fuck dialogue, man! Make these silent films except for the sound of meat hitting the pavement and the screams of doomed assholes running for their lives!