After the slow pacing and thinking movie “The Crimson River” on Saturday, watching Final Destination 3 on Sunday was really a welcome change. It is the “tonik” movie that I need to perk me up for Monday. I can imagine absolutely nothing more gratifying than watching some perfect ang moh ah bengs, ah lians with perfect breasts or massive biceps succumb to the gruesomely violent, and yet goofy at times, shock of Death. Nothing else in the horror genre can compare to the pure, unadulterated simplicity of this Destination installment.
James Wong, who took a break from the second installment, is back in his element in this third installment. Call me shallow, but I actually like this movie. No character development, philosophical pretension, unnecessary plots to deviate away from the balance equation of a good formula. Death, has never been as crowd pleasing as it is in any of the Final Destination films. I don’t see any reason why the series couldn’t extend indefinitely. It’s a one-trick movie to be sure but, my God, it’s a great trick. I left the cinema feeling guilty pleasure. Death should not be so entertaining, but that’s what this movie is all about.
Ang moh = red hair
Ah beng = male teenager
Ah lian = female teenager