It’s not easy to make death laughable, but “The Final Destination” does it with ease. Never has death been so fun or bizarrely hilarious. The movie doesn’t deliver on horror or thrills, largely because we know the end result: everyone is going to die, and the fact that the set-ups are so ridiculous doesn’t help to build any suspense.
The movie is another glorious entry into the “so bad it’s good” collection, all because it can successfully make entertainment out of the morbid. I’m not sure if they intended it to be so comedic, but it’s not like these people are dying of heart attacks or cancer. They die from being sucked into the bottom of a pool and being nailed by a rock ejected from a lawnmower. These are bloody, gruesome deaths being displayed in front of our eyes for amusement, which is actually kind of sick. It’s able to bring out the sadist in all of us, a fairly impressive feat.
The deaths keep coming and coming for 75 minutes, which is probably what you want if you decided to watch “The Final Destination.” You might be better off watching one of the first three entries in the series, which apparently have a little more originality on top of the predictable plot. But if you’re looking for shameless, unabashed joy in watching people die and nothing else, the plotless fourth installment is the best bet. C / 
Marshall and the Movies 
There’s absolutely no reason for The Final Destination to exist other than the only one Hollywood studios really care about: a cynical cash grab. And that sucks, cause I really liked the first and second. Oh well, check out my review when you can!