Final Destination: Bloodlines Review
We've maybe never been more back. Cannot undersell the amount of joy that was just pumping through my veins as I got hurdled through the 4DX theater last night. Stein and Lipovsky just get this franchise and WB gave them some serious money to make the most hilariously cruel film about familial trauma ever. I'll always prefer practical gore to a lot of the digital blur that's present here but there's an elevated slapstick quality to this that helps it. The nu-metal grunge is traded in for something a bit more overtly cartoonish and, obviously, it's paid off because the filmmakers know what we're drooling for and they keep coyly teasing it out in surprisingly new ways. B+
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