Those who narrowly escape death may find it is only to suffer a sillier fate down the line. So it is for the doomed souls of 2000's Final Destination. I'd heard how goofy this film is but I guess fate finally tapped me to watch it. It is fun, in an unintentionally whimsical way. Young Ali Larter is pretty cute.
A young man boards a flight to Paris with his 39 classmates. Dozing off, he has a vision of the plane exploding. He makes a scene and is escorted off the plane along with his teacher and a handful of other classmates. Then the plane really does explode.
It seems the boy and his friends are granted a reprieve. Little do they know the ghost of Loony Tunes lurks in the shadows. One kid is strangled by a lively shower cord than the phone cord in Detour. The teacher is caught in a deadly cycle of bloody slapstick in her kitchen to rival the opening cartoon from Who Framed Roger Rabbit.
My favourite, though, is when the boy gets pinned under a tree, his face somehow forced down into a puddle. We're meant to believe that the tree is so heavy that he can't even turn his head but he's somehow able to escape from it without any apparent injury. I guess Toons are governed only by the laws of comedy.
Final Destination is available on Netflix.
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