Film Review: Final Destination 5
We don't always get to choose our own destiny.
It's a rum state of affairs but our cards are often marked from birth, even if we can't quite grasp this from our own bubble like vantage point.
Final Destination 5 seems to know its place in the world and, having accepted this fate, is happy to laugh at itself in the face of mortal danger. More commonly known as audience fatigue in the cinematic plane films exist in. Any film franchise that manages to spawn an offspring with the number five in the title knows the well travelled path it must follow.
remember seeing the first Final Destination at the cinema nigh on a decade ago. The basic premise that you can’t cheat death seemed quite promising back then, as did the cast of A list teen actors and enjoyable if two dimensional thriller they came up with.
Yet, as these performers have fallen by the wayside, Final Destination has somehow cheated death.
I never took much interest in the films that followed, as the obvious nature of repeating this formula ad nauseum never really appealed to me.
In this respect, Final Destination 5 doesn't disappoint.
The plot is exactly the same as the first film was all those moons ago. A bunch of teenage kids cheat death through one of them developing pretensions of Nostradamus, before death catches up with them in ever increasingly graphic ways.
At the centre of this is a permanently befuddled male lead who appears to have learnt his craft from watching Joey Tribbiani’s method acting classes on Friends. I can only presume this blank guy was trying to work out his day rate by dividing that fat studio pay cheque of his by the hours he worked.Continued on the next page