Review of:Final Destination 3 (2006)
Director:James Wong
Rating:R for strong horror violence/gore, language and some nudity.
Starring:Ryan Merriman, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Kris Lemche, Alex Johnson
Has anyone else noticed that whenever a holiday comes around that promotes love or fellowship there seems to be a horror movie just around the corner? With Valentines Day quickly approaching you knew that another release of horror was on the way. This time it is the sequel to Final Destination 2.
Final Destination 2 was probably one of the better horror films released lately, and I had high hopes for this one. If you don’t know, the Final Destination films go something like this. Someone has a premonition of impeding doom, and escapes death by removing themselves from the scene. Usually right before death closes its trap. Death isn’t a physical thing that can be seen, but the spirit behind its actions are usually violent.
In this third film, Wendy Christensen (Mary Elizabeth Winstead) is the one that feels the shadows of deaths hands on her life. She pays attention to her fear, but not before she loses friends to the tragedy she predicted would happen. Filled with sorrow she looks inward for support, afraid to reach out to others that might want to help her.
If you have watched any of the Final Destination films you know that Death doesn’t take a long time to try to rectify the wrong. Another survivor, Kevin Fisher (Ryan Merriman) alerts her to information that he has found on the web. It is a story about the first recorded happenings, which happen to have happened in Final Destination, and it is a good way to wrap this into the continuity of the series.
With knowledge come power or so they say, but death has a way of claiming you in the end. Again we are faced with grisly deaths that we know are on the way, but still can’t take our eyes off of. Although this film is nowhere close to the originality of the second film, I didn’t want to walk out and watch something else.
Director James Wong (The One, Final Destination) tries to blow life back into his baby, but it might be a little too late to save. This film was like watching something go from the first Nightmare on Elm Street to the sad excuses of a film that they eventually turned into.
I have a premonition that this franchise might be getting ready for a metamorphosis of sorts. After viewing this last film I think it might be time for a change.
