Which Final Destination you ask? Don’t worry about it. Lets just say that it’s mostly about the first one.
Alex (don’t call him a psychic) Browning along with 40 other high school students board a plane to Paris for a school trip. While still boarding, Alex has a vision of the plane exploding and killing everyone on board. He causes a scene when he tries to warn others and as a result Alex, five other students, and one of their teachers are forced to leave the plane.
While arguing in the terminal, they all witness the plane explode upon taking flight.
They are all stunned that they cheated death, yet soon find out that death will not be cheated, because as the film posits… death a muhfucker.
Final Destination, and the franchise that followed cracked the code of what horror fans really want: amusing deaths. We don’t really care if it’s a knife wielding psychopath, an ancient demon, or a possessed doll. As long as there are deaths that we can chuckle about and talk about afterwards, we’re game.
Final Destination removes all the clutter, and just focuses on delivering elaborate and ridiculous deaths. Sure it throws in some explanation and rules for why it is happening, but that is all window dressing.
The result is a campy fun horror movie that is a fun watch.