As we finished this movie last night, my wife turned to me and flung her red-and-blue 3D glasses at me, visibly irritated.
"I want my time back!"
This from someone who has genuinely loved all the other films in the "Final Destination" franchise so far, something I can't claim about myself. I liked one of them, the second one, and I liked it precisely because it took the premise of the first film and turned it up to "total wackadoo." Just the opening car wreck scene was such a delirious orgy of gratuitous gore and brutal stuntwork that it changed the entire direction of the series. The first film at least tried to be a character-oriented film a bit, but from the second film on, these movies have been all about the elaborate over-the-top kill sequences, and nothing but. The result is one of the flat-out weirdest horror franchises ever, a series of films in which Rube Goldberg's angry ghost tries to kill teenagers and stock characters from beyond the grave.
Okay, okay, I know they're not actually ghosts. It's actually much stranger than that, a series of films in which fate is the bad guy, in which death is almost-but-not-quite an onscreen presence. In each movie, someone has a vision of a horrible accident, and they do something that removes themselves and several other people from the scenario before it happens. Then, having avoided death, they are each hunted down in the order they would have died and killed in bizarre and complicated ways.