Final Destination Bloodlines

This is also the series at its best ... [T]he Bloodlines filmmakers have found a way to reinvent the Final Destination wheel — and then promptly crush someone’s head with it.

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.

Bloodlines is a worthy franchise entry, continuing to hone its dark humor to a fine point, like a very sharp thing that’ll pierce a very soft part of the human body, killing it instantly, if the conditions are just right.

I can’t think of many franchises with such a strong sixth entry and it’s a testament to Bloodlines’ successful mix of legacy honouring and lore advancement that it breathes new life into the Final Destination world.

Arriving a decade after the last one and yet somehow right on time, Final Destination: Bloodlines is the gore-soaked antidote to a strain of self-serious art-house horror that was tedious when it began and has only become more naval-gazing since.

Final Destination: Bloodlines puts its foot on the gas from minute one and doesn’t let up until you’ve laughed, cried, cheered, and cringed yourself silly.