This film feels more like a piece, a small slice of what should be coming.

This is a slasher film that is, at the least, interesting to look at.

All of this leads to the impossibly perfect step dad turning into an impossibly clumsy serial killer in the finale, where yes, everyone is actually dumb enough to pass the easy path to the outside door to turn for the attic.

Seeing Laurence Fishburne blast a possessed Sam Neil over the head with a plastic tube, and apparently doing significant damage in the process, is unintentionally comical.

The sheer graphic nature of the violence, all for the pleasure of a blood-thirsty audience, dilutes any meaningful attempt at commentary.

If you can imagine Alien without the twisted mind of H.R. Geiger, you have the visual design of Pandorum.

Rob Zombie adds every ounce of pointless, baseless nudity he can, along with a rape sequence in this director’s cut.

Why didn’t Michael come back on the first year anniversary? Did he enjoy killing random southerners and eating their dogs so much that he was able to forget his goal? Did he lose track of his cute kitten calendar?

The entire concept could have been “Bruce Campbell makes a speech about his shotgun to people in medieval times,” and it would have been successful.

It is impressive how each subsequent movie in this series manages to care less and less about how things happen, but more about when they happen. THE Final Destination, the ridiculous and confusing title aside, begins with a new set of teens waiting to be picked off, this time at a race track.
The series began [...]