So that was really, really good. I must confess, I'm not a die-hard fan of this series. I recently reviewed (and quite liked) the original, but aside from having a thing for A.J. Cook, I could take or leave the sequels. I don't even think I bothered watching 2011's Final Destination 5. It is with some consternation then that I hereby decree Bloodlines to be the best of the bunch. If you're only watching for brutal gore, which I completely understand, it definitely ups the ante. I mean, it drives the ante into your skull and splits your spinal column into two distinct pieces. And then it sets the ante on fire. Seriously, the death sequences are...advanced? At one point, a couple of characters in the film are seen enjoying a game of Mortal Kombat. Yeah, that's appropriate. I almost expected to see the word "FATALITY" pop up on-screen after the bit with the garbage truck. Sweet Lord.
I realize that I'm only talking about the, um, finality of Bloodlines, but everything else is up to snuff. I dug most of the cast, even if one or two of the side players came off as cursory. That's bound to happen with these flicks. Can I just say that Tony Todd's scene is incredible? Geez. I don't have many heartstrings to pull, but I don't mind sharing that I very nearly choked up. Okay, I did choke up. On the whole, I had a blast with Final Destination: Bloodlines. My only real complaint is cosmetic. No opening titles? That's a modern trend I could do without. Destiny prevails, I suppose.
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