Final Destination Bloodlines

Maybe the best explanation I can offer for the success of Final Destination is this: It's funny 'cause it's true. When you die, you probably won't go squish, but you'll go, and so will everybody else.

Bloodlines is well plotted and brilliantly grisly, but most important, it knows how to enjoy itself. I’d say that having fun, more than anything, is what people are seeking from the communal cinematic experience.

There are a few breath-snatching moments here and there, but Bloodlines generally strikes a balance between gruesome and funny as it sprints along.

Bloodlines gives us plenty of what we want from a new Final Destination movie, but it also could have given us quite a bit more.

It’s a rare franchise reboot that works as a standalone, even with a few choice callbacks and links to the previous movies.

We’re here for the kills and, again, every single kill in 'Final Destination Bloodlines' is a winner. Every time a head explodes, which is a lot, you’ll want to stand up and cheer.


While it doesn’t break any new ground, it’s a solid chapter in the franchise and without the help of big stars or famous filmmakers, the film works on sticking to the brand alone and there’s something to be said for that.

Juana is terrific and everyone else is as good as they have to be, with Richard Harmon a standout as an inked-up bad boy with a sentimental streak.

Judged by those standards —- an admittedly low bar, but one horror fans are certainly familiar with -— Bloodlines is a worthy addition to the mythos.

Bloodlines is an ironic celebration of life and a sermon that we ought to enjoy it.