Final Destination
(2000)
This is a series I utterly missed out on in the 2000s because I was stuck-up. How lazy was it to ditch a proper Slasher killer and use an invisible hand of Death itself?
Not lazy at all, actually. The movie follows a teen whose vision of his flight exploding causing him and a few friends to leave. The plane does explode, and our teen becomes a suspect of the bombing. Meanwhile, the teens begin to die in a series of ludicrously complicated coincidences. The first features a kid slipping on water from a leaking toilet, falling into a bath tub where his neck catches on wire, and spilling shampoo under his feet so he can’t stand up. It quickly becomes apparent that Death itself is after the survivors, seeking to fix what went awry in its plan.
It’s a fun idea that fits right into the classic Slasher
formula with one major change. Slashers historically thrive on either having a
killer with a strong personality, or on having the identity of the killer be a
mystery. Here instead we have a killer that is as absent as it is present, and one
that uses entirely unconventional.
A friend called it “Rube Goldberg’s Death Traps,” and that’s
apt, because the fun lies in trying to guess what things in a room are going to
wind up being dangerous. Is turning on the record player going to lead to her
demise? Is the electrical outlet going to short out at the right moment?




